Breakup BDSM
Michael had just returned from work that night to meet his door open. He wondered who had gotten in since he lived alone so he picked up a weapon from the kitchen as he advanced into his room. “Easy, it’s just me,” I said when the door opened and I saw Mike standing with a knife. “What are you doing here? I thought we broke up!” He questioned angrily. “And I’m here to make things right. I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be having such fights” I responded, walking closer to Michael who was standing by the door to pull him in and shut the door closed. Michael hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, before slowly advancing to my lips. He pushed me to the bed and headed to the wardrobe. I saw him bring out …