The Sweet Surrender

I remember that night like it was yesterday, she was so damn stubborn in her mid-twenties but when I took charge, there wasn't a trace of resistance left. It felt primal, the way she melted into my hands, and for a moment, everything else just... fell away. We talked about this being just roleplay, but honestly? There's something deep down that connects me to her in ways I can’t quite explain with logic or reason alone. Thinking back, it still makes my heart race, though maybe that’s just the rush of remembering how it felt to be the one who called all the shots.