I have been thinking about this afternoon since I left you, scooting home with you in my mind, still incredibly wet, with snippets whipping around my head, I can’t even grasp them or make sense of any of them, they just whirl around like a porn reel and I wish I could record and keep it all to replay you again in pain with a knife against your cock (your cock, that belongs to me, … Continue Reading
Fun of hurting
Him: What is the fun of hurting me? *pause* That is the most right question I have ever asked.
Me: The fun of hurting you is in your reactions, is in how it makes you more beautiful, is in how it brings out who you are, is in the sounds you make in it, is in the way you speak to me in the middle of it, is in how it makes me wet. It … Continue Reading
Day 31
Oh god, and with my heart racing and whispering ‘oh jesus’ to you and my stomach lifted into my chest, you are so fucking hot, which is not the right word, but my wet panties in your mouth and against your cock are filling my head and I whisper to you ‘oh’ with that catch, that one is not even a sound, on my tongue when you’re nearly coming, and not coming, over and again… … Continue Reading
Fucking little bitch
I just want to fuck you, I can’t stop thinking about you there in your bed with your wrists tied. You are either on your back, asleep, your hands held in front of you, or on your side, your hands together by your face as if in prayer, you are made small by it, the tying, child-like and somehow innocent as you sleep. And if I was to come in and shove my hand over … Continue Reading
Domme space
My vision closes in until there is only him, there is nothing else, only me and him…
Time slows down, it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest and the joy and lust rise like a wave from there. I feel like I am not even consciously thinking anymore, just feeling and doing, it is completely instinctual, like my essence knows what I want even though my mind is so … Continue Reading
Kissing
I feel the softness of your lips under mine, their dancing movements inviting me in, and I nudge your mouth open, apply a little more pressure. I feel the hint of a smile, you know how much I love this, it always makes you smile, which makes me smile, but not enough to interrupt the kissing.
I hold your face up to me, my fingers splayed across your jawline, your cheeks, I pull you closer … Continue Reading
Your voice
I love your voice… I just love it. You have a perfect voice for sex, for play, for pain, for desperate need, for begging, for breathing my name, it is so so beautiful and I love how you talk to me and I love how you say Ma’am and I love how you murmur to yourself and I love that every strike makes you gasp or groan and I love the way you breath, heavy … Continue Reading