The Taste of Submission
"She melted against him, her hands gripping his jacket while his other hand slowly slid her back, pressing her against the cold brick wall. His touch was confident, and she arched into him, surrendering to the moment. Her dress hiked up, the fabric sliding to her waist, as his fingers slowly traced the bare skin of her steamy thigh, his touch was ungently rough as she shivered at the touch."
Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was a new sensation, one she had never experienced. She sat on the floor of her new house, the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, and read the words as if they were a spell. Then Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was as Pi