Kendra's Red HOT Tales!: What his dreams are made of

Feeling the love, Loving the feel!

Oh, how I love your loving hand,
as it tenderly strokes my hair.
It holds me so accountable,
but is reasonable and fair.
It guides me and protects me,
with such tenderness and care.
It gently holds me in position,
for discipline to bare.
With firmness from your loving hand,
the redness I do wear.
As I thank you for correction,
and promise not to dare...
Overstep the mark again,
but be submissive sweet and rare.
You smile at me knowingly,
in the knowledge we both share.
That soon I'll be across your knee,
with pain once more to bare... ;)

Kendra's Red HOT Tales!

Monday, November 7, 2011

What his dreams are made of

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