Taming the savage beast

He lay, sweat bathed, panting, the leather thongs wrapping his wrists pulled tight by his struggles, binding him, helpless, to the wrought iron frame of the bed. He strained once more, the tendons in his neck cording as his pectoral muscles twitched with the effort. She straddled his naked form, strong legs supporting her weight as she rested her long, red painted fingers nails against his chest. She reached up twining her fingers into his beard, gripping tightly, pulling his head up from the bed as she leaned forward to meet him, her lips crushing against his, her tongue darting into his mouth, eager, forceful.

He gasps, a sharp intake of breath as her nails dig into his flesh, raking his chest as she pushes herself upright, her body silhouetted against the bright light of the bedroom, her head thrown back she lets out a moan of pleasure as she allows him to finally sink inside her. Her legs grip him tightly, riding him, controlling him with the skill of a equestrian mistress, taking her pleasure as she savours her prize….


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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