in the dark

Duchess was more than willing to bend for one's needs, this man would be no different. Her responsive noises, her actions, everything down to the core was felt with emotion and not just in it for the release. She wanted his satisfaction more than anything, and she hoped he could feel the heat in her fake love and inner emotions. She wanted to be desired, but she wanted for partner to feel even more. She would always put herself on the pedestal under them, or in some cases not even above ground.

Her breath caught in her chest as she relaxed on the stone under the brute, her grip was loose over his shoulders and chest, she really expected him to pick himself up and go on his merry way. That's not what she wanted, that's not what she wanted for the whole picture of her life. But she had learned to grow detached in the aftermath of her intimate escapades. She didn't push him away, she would welcome him had he laid there with her but she was fully built up for the instant withdraw.

"Duchess"