Valentine’s day 16

It’s been a day of surprises I think. I was so sure Tara would say Yes. I suppose I was lost in the romantic idea that a collar and a wedding on the same day would be a great story. I catch a glimpse of Tara on my left.
She’s curled up, held in my wife’s arms.

Sara sleeps with the sunlight streaming into the back seat of the car. The heat lulling her to drowsiness. Softly snoring in the way I find so cute. Though, in all honesty, I find most everything about her cute. Gods, I love her. I sometimes have this conflict because of that. She desires pain and in the throws of it she is glorious. And I enjoy her pleasure. But it’s so hard to start hurting her. To think up these scenes and walking the edge that she needs. I suppose I’m more D/s than S/M. But I’ll keep her happy. She really has me wrapped around her finger. Even if I’m the one laying down rules and behaviors. Punishment and play. She would never top from the bottom, but through our love she has mastered me. I can’t conceive of a situation where I’d will it otherwise.

I grab Tara’s leg and pull her towards me.
She starts awake in fear. Her eyes going wide. I place my finger to her lips. She stills.

“We should finish what you started in the Garden,” I whisper.

Her smile spreads lighting up a face which moments before was a mask of fear. She crawls over to me and unzips the soft cotton pants. Her slight rough calloused hand pulls me free. The feeling of her clutching my cock is delicious. I want to see what she will choose. I give no direction or order. Just revel in the warmth of her touch, eyes half lidded.

I feel her locks cascade down the length of me. A waterfall of individual strands moving over sensitive nerves. Her lips press down over the head of my cock. Lips just parted enough to provide pressure. She works her way down me. Savoring the softness of flesh over steel. Her teeth scrape against bulbous head, sending a tidal wave of shivers down my spine. But still, I am quiet.

I guide her mouth off of me. Hands brushing her cheek. My girl. Mine.

“Face me. And wear me.” I state.

She straddles me. Her dress riding up revealing the pale curve of her ass. Crisscrossed pale lines of scarring from previous canings stand out. Her lower lips suck me in as eagerly as her mouth did. Pressing over the hard/soft button of her pleasure.

I lift my eyes to hers, slowly drinking her in. The feeling of fabric and the heat of our joining blurring the lines of beginning and ending. I press my lips to hers. Softly at first. Just pressing in, smelling the wafting musk of heat and bodies. I fall on her like a beast. Pressing into her mouth, our tongues fighting to taste and press against each other. Holding us tightly together. Trying to merge as completely as possible. Needing her. This animal connection.

Valentine’s day 15

This day has not gone as I planned it. I thought that Tara would marry us. I still hope she will. I feel a bit of a depression spiral coming on. This is mitigated by Tara curling against me. The soft warmth of her pressing through her dress. The subtle scent of peach that is all her and nothing of perfume. We are still at the gathering and there is some guy presenting but I have not a thought for that.

I press my face into the soft curls. The silk strands brushing against my cheek. I press my lips, closed and firm, yielding and gentle against my girls neck. Like a tide, fierce possession rolls in, filling me. Tightening deep inside of me.

I feel Tara’s body shudder against mine. Her heart thumping so hard her entire body rocks. I run hands down her side tracing whorls on skin. I pull her close to me. Wishing only that we were alone. That we could slowly explore each other. Until nature wars with desire and more complex needs break away.

Tara loves me. She’s just overwhelmed. But I know now how to proceed. I just needed her. To know that we belong together. I reach for Sara and her hand finds mine. She scootches close. Like a circuit completing a connection we are whole.

I feel Sara’s nails run down my arm. Starting at the top of my spine, a shudder runs through me. Tara lays against me. Our bodies melding together. Not hearing the zip, I’m so lost, I feel her hand pull my too controlled cock, still flaccid out. She stuffs me into her warmth. I grow inside, filling. She just knew. Or just needed this deeper connection. We are finally found. Accepted. Needed.

I wish this moment to end. That we might begin something more… complex. I wish this moment forever. I am whole in the embrace of my love. And I’m home in a way I’ve never looked for but always felt slightly uncomfortable due to its lack.

Minutes, wind and wistful

Heat slips into veins
Heart beating in time with the trickle pulse
Of desulatory wind
Welcome arms as old lovers
Embrace to catch the sun

Light shivers and moans
Bare skin burn
Thrust hopeful into embrace of day

Foreknowledge speaks the coming night
Tears break ranks
Falling to the thirsty earth

Moon and stars rise
High waters drown the light
And I
Forgotten
Sleep
Bereft of touch

A lovers promise

I can inflict upon you such pleasure that lines begin to blur and only your desires dictate which is pain and which is pleasure.
I can make your mind tremble with anticipation of my touch.
With trepidation and luscious full lips.
I can show you a world where only your limits contain you.
Where nothing is forbidden.
Where all pains become pleasures and all sensation serves its truest purpose.
Give me your hand and I will make you mine.
And becoming mine know safety and sin.