Loki and I would be out walking together. I’d be wearing a miniskirt and a passing breeze would lift it and give him a peek at my panties. I’d blush, and he’d grin wickedly and slide his hand under my skirt and pinch my ass, knowing it would just make me blush even harder. Then he’d lean in close, his lips almost brushing my ear, and whisper, “Oh my girl, if this is enough to make you blush, just think how you’ll feel when I have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth”. Just thinking about this is almost enough to make me come
In my fantasy Loki pushes me on his bed saying the famous -when do we start- as he unlaces my corset and placing one of my legs around his waist and one over his shoulder. He looks straight to my eyes as he guides himself inside of me, calling me his precious doll
"It’s so much more than a love story. It’s about a woman realizing that she is dealing with something much bigger than herself."
I would follow you anywhere