Control Me

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Oh, how I would LOVE to act out this fantasy…  What an erotic delight to push that little egg inside me, only to give the controls to a twisted dominant guy for a few days.  The erotic thrill of my body being mercilessly tormented without the priviledge of any physical contact, day or night, by unpredictably random waves of discreet vibrations… priceless.  To be sitting at work, or having dinner at a public venue, and to watch the smirk on his face as he watches me attempting to remain calm and in control while he slides his hand into his pocket to activate the remote.  I would partly fear (and partly anticipate) the firm yet amused look in his eyes as he would tease my dripping wet pussy from a distance.  The beads of sweat forming on my forehead, my teeth biting down on my lower lip, the pleading look of ditress in my eyes…  and the internal quiver of my most female organs as they explode into orgasm out of sight from onlookers.  Fuck.  I love being controlled!

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