Truth: Cannon applied his teeth against my bottom like an animal, spanked me, and clawed at my thighs. He growled similar to a winter wolf and barked demeaning names at me that I enjoyed; a total turn-on and aphrodisiac for me. Cannon became the Yeti I thought he at first was, when seeing him on my property: hulking, dangerous, and more of a monster than man; perfect for me, and desired. He pleasured me to the fullest, without conditions, and I became the center of his attention, wholly, worthy of his play, desirous, and his for the taking—whatever he wanted from me to fulfill his endless desires.
He…he…he had me right where he wanted me: riding him like a muscled cowboy as he lay on his back in front of the fire; my legs on either side of his ripped torso; his condom-covered d**k jammed
