This is my boy’s perspective of our Kiss Goodbye.
Thank you baby.
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I am still unused to the new rule — before leaving you, I am to kneel bedside, arms behind my head, and say “thank you, Ma’am” — so I am nervous and concentrating hard on that process, hoping that I do it right, hoping that my knees don’t hurt too much on the wood floor, hoping that I am maintaining a … Continue Reading
I kiss you goodbye, a quick kiss, I think, and I reach for you, kneeling there beside the bed, I hold your face up to me, licking at your upper lip, dipping my tongue behind it and drawing it into my mouth to lap at it, feeling your tongue chasing mine and opening my mouth wider to take more of you into me. I am gentle with you for a long time, tender, nudging and … Continue Reading
You lick your lips after I have spent time kissing you, every time. I watch your tongue run along them, the tip touching your teeth, you press your lips together gently and lick at them. Are you trying to taste more of me? Is your tongue feeling around for damage, bruising, soreness?
I ask you, finally, why you do that.
You smile shyly at me and touch your mouth, “After you kiss me, my lips … Continue Reading
He is still tied down, glazed, high and head-spun… I bring the glass to his lips and tip the water into his mouth, his throat undulating as he swallows.
“Do you want some more?” I whisper.
He looks up at me, all trust and soul and broken beauty.
He nods. “Yes Ma’am.”
I take a sip and lean down to him, touch my lips to his. He reaches up to kiss me, I open my … Continue Reading
What I want with you is sweetness, throat aching softness, heart melting tenderness.
Skin-to-skin, warm against me (you are always warm), as much of you as I can get pressed to me, legs wrapped up together between and over, shifting to get more contact, to get closer, your arms around me, your fingers stroking my skin, I’m pulling you to me, petting your neck, your hair, holding your face to me, licking at your mouth, … Continue Reading
Continued from here: First Meeting
“I was scared to death to be suddenly naked in your apartment, yes, scared to be starting, scared that you are so pretty, scared that I might fail you or not be what you want. And I will be scared again and again probably Ma’am when I am with you.”
I have him stand in the centre of the room, hands clasped behind his head. I walk around him touching … Continue Reading
What I love is not the acts, though I love them too… I love it when I kiss you and you get that look on your face, like you are sinking into it, and you bow your head and you start to look lost, and you make tiny sounds of surrender and your breathing changes and I know you are waiting for me, opening up to me and I fucking love that. It’s like watching … Continue Reading