Today I was walking. Flawless teardrops frozen on my face. Frozen from the biting wind hurling itself against my exposed flesh. Gruelling. Step by step I walked. I walked until I could no longer see where I was going. Lashes frozen shut. Fingers stiff. Unmoving. I tried to look behind me. Tried to crane my … Continue reading A Promise of More.
Category: Perspective
The Moment.
There was a moment we were together. Do you remember? I couldn't think of that word. I couldn't think at all. My body was frozen. Panicked. Panting. Crying. You recognized it instantly. Realizing that no, this was not play. This was real. Very, very real. I was petrified. I remember trying so hard not to … Continue reading The Moment.
Checkmate.
The marble board laid in front of me. Pieces lined up as they should. Pawns, rooks, knights, the queen and king. Each in their designated place. It's your turn. You sit on the wicker chair across from me, your ocean blues baring holes into mine. I can see the wheels of your beautiful mind turning. … Continue reading Checkmate.
Coming soon…
My panties are soaked. Through and through. I can't seem to change them out fast enough. You have suspended me in a state of constant arousal. The anticipation is high at the prospect of our next meeting. Which is less than 24 hours away. In less than 24 hours I am going to lay my … Continue reading Coming soon…
Rage Against the Machine
My darling Sir. I don't know if you know what you've done to me today. The day started so normal. So...average. I tucked that anticipation of seeing you again away for a time. After all, I need to somewhat focus at work. Tending to the needs of all my furry friends. I slapped on my … Continue reading Rage Against the Machine
Pushing Limits.
This picture fucking terrifies me. Feet anchored. Chained to the ground. Immovable. Head, hands clasped in designated notches. Immovable. My claustrophobia is threatening to choke me. When, honestly, I’d much rather you be choking me instead… But as much as it terrifies me, as much as I can feel myself fighting against it, I’m still…curious. … Continue reading Pushing Limits.
You: Owner of everything me.
Your favourite way to see me. Presenting myself to you. To you. My Owner. My Master. My Sir. You own every single part of me. I gave it to you, handed it to you that very first night. You know the one. The one that’s just for us to know. The one where you changed … Continue reading You: Owner of everything me.
A Favourite.
selon-nous: My fucking favourite. Here there is no room to fight back. No room to think you are anything less than Alpha. With a squeeze of my neck you remind me that you are my god. That you are in control of my very life. With a pinch of my nipple you remind me that … Continue reading A Favourite.
Domestic.
just-sensual-details: Domestic. You know I hate the word. Which is why you find it so fun to command it of me. “Today while I’m at work sweetie, I want this entire place spotless. And I do mean spotless. I want food prepared, and I want you to wear absolutely nothing but your adorable little apron. … Continue reading Domestic.
Your Touch.
Goosebumps. Chills. The tips of your fingers barely graze my skin. The whisper of a touch. The brush of a ghost. You know precisely what you’re doing. The devilish grin on your face telling me so. You’re driving me wild. You’re unravelling me. Piece by piece. Touch by gentle touch. You work your way up … Continue reading Your Touch.
Uncensored Eloquence 