Written in Bite Marks, My Little Sub
Description
Fully clothed, but burning with unspoken tension — this sketch captures the smoldering energy that lived between us. I’m holding her collar gently, yet firmly, our eyes locked in that quiet exchange of power, trust, and deep, intimate knowing.
There’s no need for nudity when the look says everything — the longing, the surrender, the thrill of playing with control in a love built on safety and fire. Her lips are slightly parted, cheeks flushed with anticipation, while my grip on her speaks volumes of what came before… and what would follow.
This moment is one of elegant dominance, wrapped in tenderness — a memory drawn in suggestion, bite marks left in the heart as much as the skin. It was a game, but also a language… one only we spoke fluentlyTry it!
