It is in the way you surrender, a quiet, unspoken, gentle offering of yourself, inevitable, unquestioning. It is in the way you bow your head and wait, even without experience, you know, like you have seen inside my head, you understand exactly how to elicit that aggressive response from me, to raise that hunger that you love. It is in the way you look sideways at me, find the courage to be cocky, checking, checking … Continue Reading
Collar
You come to me and kneel. You hand me the collar, the collar that I have given you: my collar, leather and steel, the engraving claiming you as my property.
“Please Ma’am, will you put your collar on me?”
It makes me smile every time you ask me, every single time, it makes me melt, it brings you close, sometimes I reach to kiss you, and always, I say “Yes”.
I put the collar around … Continue Reading
Is this how it ends?
It starts in the pit of my stomach, rising to my eyes, like a filling up. I let it come instead of fighting it, the welling making my chest heave as I start to cry. I hate to cry, I hate and loathe it.
I want to ask you if this is how it ends… Is this how it ends? Really? Is this how it ends? What are you doing? What. Are. You. Doing??!
I … Continue Reading
Trust and fear
He gazes up at me, trust, I tell him what I want, he looks scared, he starts to shake. His face contorts as he tries to comply, he is embarrassed, mortified, insecure, he looks like he might cry, he apologises.
His open vulnerability is stunning, beautiful, I feel myself melt, it starts at my cunt and spreads from there, I stroke him, his shaking doesn’t abate, his expression tortured, it makes me want to absorb … Continue Reading
Sleep kisses
I shuffle back until I am flush against him, his chest, stomach, cock pressed against me, warm, comforting, I pull his arm around me, the cuff cold between my breasts. I rock him gently, back and forth, back and forth, so tired, but I miss him when his mouth is not accessible to me, when I can’t see his face, when I can’t pet his puppy head. I have to turn around to face him, … Continue Reading
Kissing party
Wake up
She opens the door, he is snuggled under the blankets, his head hidden. She takes a moment before she steps into the room and climbs onto the bed. She uncovers his face.
He half smiles as he feels the bed take her weight, snuffling into the pillow, warm and cozy, awaiting her good morning kisses, anticipating her touch, he loves it when she wakes him.
She grabs his cuffed wrists quickly and joins them together … Continue Reading