Lips brush
eyes wide open
wet pressure building
tongues at war with each other
looking for grace in the abandon of desire
a caress of fingertips across bruised flesh
these impermanent reminders
marking you as mine
each pain a faint echo
pleasures remembered on the end of a lash
the sweet nectar of your voice
and the sweeter gift
of your submission
BDSM submissive
Driving desires
Driving home and all I can think is I wish I had a sub to meet me at the door. Waiting in first position so we can start the weekend right.
Pelgris 