I needed space to think, to breathe, without Garret Edwards swarming my senses. He captivated me. Consumed me to the point I forgot my name.
Saturday night, he took me to the church, and not that I dragged my feet, but he seemed to note my mental hesitation. Rather than flog me, he tied me spread eagle to the bed and teased me madly until I sobbed for him. Begged and pleaded with him until hoarse to f**k me.
He’d shoved in fully with one thrust, and I came around his too-big c**k, my c****x gushing like when he’d made me f**k myself with the butt plug. He cared for me afterward, his hands gentle, loving.
I cried.
He explained the release of subspace and coming back down. Same as with everything else in his lifestyle, reading and doing were totally different things.
Exhaustion from the
