This is what happens when you are being bent over a counter and fucked from behind and your lover grabs hold of your arms to force your body upright so that you can watch him fuck you in the mirror above the sink:
He leaves imprints of his fingers on your arm. He marks you as his for everyone to see.
And I am his. It’s out, both between us and in our circle of people. It is common knowledge that the two of us are now really an “us”. And this? This is just confirmation.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Well congrats on officially being part of an "us"!!
Right now I have a finger bruise on my neck left by the other part of my "us". Kinda looks like a hickey, but it's not. It's his thumb print. I love it.
Does this mean you don't need a passport to traval abroad since you got your fingerprints right on your shoulder?
And you still look lovely as always, even with the extra decoration.