And then, you suddenly realize the fantasy is about to come real. Me standing, directing the pleasure of everyone involved in a way you never believed happens. Certainly not to you. A smile on my face, half wicked, half so full of love you ache for it, feeling suddenly safe in this strange place you find yourself.
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Fill in your fantasy. With the right person, they can happen. But for Gods sake, make sure it is the right person who will both push you and protect you, and love you even more after it is done.
Sometimes submissive has nothing to do with ropes and chains. There are no harsh commands or red marks left by hands and crops or chains. It is simply staying still as I take you in. Look at you, a woman no one would suspect contains such passion. Savoring each curve and your perfect skin. Knowing all that others cannot see, all that would amaze and scare and thrill them about you
is mine
It's the knowing. The certainty. That you will. That you want to. No, need to, move from fantasy to reality, anything, anything at all, to please me.
This is control. Not that I weild the knife, though I have often enough, but that you hold it, cut away the barriers, threaten your own perfect skin as you reveal the last of its silk for my consumption.
Incredibly thought-provoking, viscerally intense! Appreciate you for your expressions 🙏🎈
Thank you!
A Change in Mood
It seems so intimate. So gentle on a Monday morning. Both of us knowing there is a long day ahead. A morning as gentle as the dawn sun until I tell you just what will be happening tonight. What to wear. What not to wear. and just how much of you will be ravaged by how many.
What was done or not done. What boundaries were crossed, and where pain and pleasure merged until each was forgotten, replaced by something more than either, consumption, writhing as one caress built on the next, And then, the perfect, most memorable moment of release.
I still carry that image, your face and soul lost to my touch, mine in the moment. Mine in eternity.
A poem from my banned blog. Thank you to all who send me these!
A Reason to Celebrate the New Year
Somehow, in every place you offer,
I fit. Perhaps stretching the boundaries at first,
But always, in the end,
In the tightest, most forbidden places
That no one sees,
I fit.
It is always nice to find one of my poems from my Other Poems site so I can reclaim them here.
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