The thought of her skin
The softness of her as my hands run over her
The feel of the hairs on her arms
Running fingers lightly over, barely touching
Teasing
The slap of leather to skin
The sound of her voice, whispering through my bones
Painfull moans
She kneels in first position, head bowed
I reach down, running hand along jawline
Tilt her lovely face to mine
“You are my very good girl”
Her smile, and her eyes, shining with pride
Her reply, “thank you, Sir”
My heart full to bursting,
Fierce pride, joy filling every inch
My submissive, my girl, my miss
Mine.
sensuality
Flush of spring
Heat seeps into my bones and imagine it to be the heat of your body
Your words send electric tingles down my spine and I imagine this as your touch
We are a thing of the mind, desiring the taste of each other’s body
I would hear your voice that I may know the deftness of your tongue.
At all times, in all places, in every imagining, I want you. I promise, you’ll be mine, be treasured and will never be bored.
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Post morning blues
Your skin is the most powerful sense organ you possess. Sensitive to pressure, cold, heat. Let me teach you all the pleasures of it. Let me lose myself in you. Sit on my lap, hold you near. All I’ve learned is at your service. If we could find each other…
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Needs
I would
Take you if I could
Taste you
Touch you
Slip myself inside you
Rub against your pleasure
Drink in your desire
Feel your flesh
Lick your sweet sweat
Nuzzle nipple
Set teeth until I mark you as mine
Push my tongue into your ass
I want nothing more than to while away the days and nights in your pleasure
To spend myself on the altar of your skin
Hear your voice tumbling through my bones
Gods, I need you
Your every desire given voice and made real by my will
Never enough
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The moment it all begins
He pulled her aside, away from the main floor but still in sight of others. Wanting her to feel safe but still private. The fire in his heart flared when he looked at her, uncertain to the purpose of this meeting. Weeks of casual flirting had led them here, to this.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he growled. His voice heavy with need and the hint of a question.
“ok,” she replied, soft and not sure where this was going.
She leaned in, eyes closed. but instead of the light pressure on lips she felt soft flesh against the side of her neck, kisses up the back of her, spine. The feel of him against her, kisses on her throat, small nibbles on her ears, his hands in her hair. kiss after kiss trailing across across her cheek until finally, the light kiss against lips; tongue licking against her inviting her, mouth open, pressure and need pushing and pulling, just this shapeless moment. Somehow heightened by the eyes of their coworkers. Breaking apart. His forehead rests against hers. Eyes to eyes.
“come out with me tonight?” he asks
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When it’s time
Are your hands as gentle as your smile, as cunning as your eyes? Do they move with the agility of your tongue? Are they as wicked as your smile?
Whisper to me your desires. Describe each touch, each pleasure. Tell me in crowds. Tell me with friends. Share your thoughts with me. Our secret world, encapsulated in our bodies and these whispers. Cast me furtive glances across the room. Your smile and the duck of your head. Demure when you’re anything but. Let’s find a place away from the crowd, I want the smell of you in my nostrils when I talk to your friends. To look at you with a smile, full of fire and promises. I want them to wonder why you blush so when I say your name. Hold my hand under the dinner table. Watch the fire dance and lean back into me. You are home.
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Fantasies
*reading instructions*
Take a deep breath, on the exhale read a line, repeat
His kisses on my neck.
Swaying to sensuous sounds.
As she dances with me.
Kiss lips, hold right hand, clasped.
Turn and face him, lips eager.
Her head resting against my back as we sway and dance.
I reach under his shirt, running hands along him.
Take off his shirt button by button.
Her kisses along my spine.
Her hands slow, light over me.
Taking off clothes from each other but always touching.
Kisses and soft exploration of each other.
He plunges himself inside me, hands caressing.
Body draped over me, slow and full shudders.
kissing her, touching, slipping in.
holding close, sweat and touch.
Physicality enraptured, skin and pleasure, touch and desire.
coupling and uninhibited.
Sleeping in a pile, waking to her riding me.
his mouth on mine, the taste of his cum.
the velvet hardness of him in my mouth.
my seed spilling into her as his spills into me.
Coffee and eggs, and conversation.
Dinner plans. A life together.
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Spinning thoughts on a dream
The slow ratcheting down of heart and breathe.
A sink and a dream half remembered.
Sour with hopes crushed by the slow fleeting dip of times forgetting.
Drink and be merry but sounds trashy cousin lies through it’s tongue and kissing
lips parts company from laugh and limb,
hip toss, shimmy belly dance.
Give in, grow languid in sensual rush,
twist, taste with tongue, rasp,
teeth leaving impression,
smell heat,
soft breathing give way to panting,
breathe heavy with dipping lust,
break the twig,
fierce storm abating,
sip thoughtful from my blood,
sink down in moan and growl,
sad lovers at the feast,
grown weary, grown distant,
harsh and limited by the pressure of lopsided grin,
pirouette and fall, shards crash,
bounce tinkle like bells falling silent
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I want…
The soft gentle press of your lips
The touch of your hands
My hands through your hair
The gentle curve of your neck
The soft mound of your breast
The hairs on your arm shivering
the taste of you on my tongue
The smell of you lingering in my nostrils
Your moans
Your breathe catches
Your exhilaration
Your pleasure at my mercy
Your dirty mind
Your sweet dreams
Your desires fulfilled
Your hungers satisfied
Your screams of my name
You
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Have we fallen so far
A interested party asked me, almost timidly, if BDSM always involved sex. I had to think for a second, not because I did not have the answer, but because it calls to mind the bad information that is out there. Of course it doesn’t always involve sex.
I incorporate sex into play only when I am in a romantic relationship with the person or persons. If the relationship is as Master and Submissive, then no, I don’t incorporate those elements into the play. I think that there is a misconception at work here that play is all about sex.
Admittedly, I have been out of the lifestyle except for friends and the referral from friends for some time now as I struggled to get my problems in hand. But, I can’t imagine it has changed so much. Perhaps, the contamination of 50 shades of grey is to blame.
Or, it could be that the community is not providing adequate training and support or making said information available except in the context of sex. I’ll want to ask where they got the notion to determine where it comes from.
I can’t shake the feeling that it is because male “tops” will use any excuse to get their dick wet. If that is the case, then those people are sexual opportunists and not true masters or tops. It is something to be aware of.
Just because you are bound does not mean you give up consent. Sex is not implicit unless such as been made explicit. I know, I could be accused of being too safe. Believe me, there is no such thing. I won’t even touch a partner sensually unless it has been agreed to. I may want to, need to, burn to, but failure to obtain consent for ANY act, is abhorrent. It is betrayal, it is rape.
Pelgris 