Picture - didhisass
I like the idea of being tagged. Of being “hers”. Once she has done your ass she owns you. Even if it was because you begged and planned and talked her into it. Once you have been penetrated, nothing is ever the same. A balance of power has shifted. Maybe the scales now hang more evenly. She has invaded, sodomized, loved, fucked, hammered, stroked, cooled - fucked you so you stay fucked.
You are hers. You are marked. And now you are each other - the Yin, the Yang. Sexually neutral. What do you want? “you inside me.” Asked again. What do you want? “to be inside you.”
It’s a beautiful thing.