There’s not a more addictive place than trapped beneath our desire. Feel the warmth of our touch. Find yourself squirming in angst over the thought of our pleasure. Our slave has found himself bound underneath us. Writhing in aching frustration and true desperation as my lover and I trace his body and kiss one another. He’s nothing but a helpless toy trapped under our rising desire. Every wiggle, every whimper from him only intensifies our touch, embrace, and kiss. He’s trapped beneath our desire.
