She can feel it Barely With a soft whisper A door is creaking open Just enough for the pupil of eye Just enough for the shard of light A shadow No form or face Waits beyond He waits beyond She can feel him Barely He will cause the long lost blush to rise from her neck…
I have been pondering recently. Much is spoken about the Gift Of Submission. It is worthy of the thoughts and writings. Surrendering one’s self to another is an almost indescribable experience. It is an act of utter trust; of complete belief in another. Kneeling before my Dominant, blindfolded and bound, feeling powerless, yet powerful, was remarkable…
She won’t pretend this year. The tree in the garage will remain in its box. The obligatory gifts she must buy will be wrapped and kept in the closet, ready for giving at the appropriate time. The cards will be written and mailed. But these things will be chores, not moments of seasonal pleasure. She won’t…
I was about to write something along these lines. It is a fabulous post and I’m sure you will appreciate his delicate and beautiful language. On sexual submission.
What was I was feeling? It was not an excited amorous joy Or a breathtaking fever It was divine sublimation A physical lyrical sonnet A lifting of spirit And when the moment of our union reached its height When I felt my body shake with its explosive release I was no longer under him – next to…
My Goodness Me! I Must Vent Recently I joined a vanilla dating site – a rather famous one – thinking (perhaps foolishly) that I might find a Dominant lurking in the halls, disguised as I was, looking for the tell tale word or phrase that would alert a like minded soul. For many reasons I…
The First dark kiss of the black leather tongues Unfamiliar Heavy Carnal Intense Instant heat between her legs The Second A dull thudding sting – but not really a sting The Third She began to feel weak – frail The Fourth Overcome – wanting more – needing it to end He was next to her,…
“You can say no,” he murmured, as she stared at the long black leather tendrils “No – I mean yes – I mean – I don’t want to say no,” she stuttered, not sure if she meant it. “Ok baby.” She was already bound, the rope laced around her delicate wrists forbidding their escape. The…
Once upon a time there was a Prince A Prince from the Dark Side A Prince who knew her And in his knowing Made her ache exquisitely Unveiling her soul Revealing to her own self – her true self The Prince melted into her And melted her The Prince was mighty His sword sliced through…
His finger tickles against my lips Silently he checks my wetness Not until I am sufficiently wanting he will start Moaning quietly I await the verdict… The first slap – ooohhhh – delicious The second – yeeesss…. thank you Third – fourth – fifth – sixth – Back arched – bottom asking Panting now – mewing…
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