She suddenly grabbed my balls in the palm of her hand, gripping them as if saying “your cock is mine.” I could not believe this was happening but ...here we were looking lustfully into each others eyes, not speaking. She tightened her hand on my balls while I forcefully gripped her mound, rubbing her pussy harder both of us feeling pure animal lust, our eyes burning into each others eyes, knowing we were desperate to take each other and fuck our brains out. She let go of my balls then again. .. Maybe it does. Mypartner and I sing in a local LGBTQ (and allies) amateur choir. It's alot of fun (despite the fact that a few of the songs in the currentrepertoire are cheesy enough to make lasagna), I get to play guitar on afew songs, which I really enjoy (and the choir is actually quite good; afew years before I joined they actually sang at Carnegie Hall for aninternational choir competition.)Anyway, the choir always does a performance at the local Unitarian hallat some point, and this. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.This story - from inspiration to final text - is courtesy of my muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. It is dedicated to her and her wickedness and beauty.OwnedShe lured me in with the simplest, more direct of. She pulled the shirt off my shoulders and ran her hands up and down my chest, pulling the hair on my chest and tweaking my nipples. ‘The first time we met I could see you had a hairy chest from the view at the top of your shirt and it drove me wild’ Becky said before bending over and sucking my nipple. ‘I love a guy with a hairy chest, it’s been a long time.’ I tingled from head to toe as Becky licked and bit each nipple, her hands still busy running up and down my chest, grabbing handfulls of.