Fresh from a beautifully intimate bout of morning sex. Born from an unending, burning desire to feel more, to have a temporary reminder of the ecstasy of a split second. A concoction of pain and pleasure brought together to create a moment of pure clarity in the presence of an empty mind.
His absence provides a compulsion to delicately test the marks he leaves. Fingers slowly tracing the jagged outline of a bruise. Eyes staring at the redness and regularity of his cruel teeth marks. Nails adding a gentle pressure, depressing the skins surface in an attempt to recreate even an iota of the pain experienced in creation.
When the purples and blues merge once again into the dull paleness of skin, an overwhelming need takes over. An urge to feel again. To experience the highest level his control can reach, a numbing of thoughts and emotions. Dulling the strains of the day with just the clamping of his teeth. Without the marks and the remnants of pain, it’s hard to embrace his reality. The bruises are a reminder of existence.
I should be sleeping. Instead, I have taken some time to head back into the depths of my blog to read my writing. How intriguing I am.
There is a clear path that meanders through my writing. Over what seems like a short period of time, it highlights both my relationships and the evolution of my thoughts and needs. It’s so strange to think that what my mind yearns for now is so different to what it once wanted so desperately. I find myself still needing submission. Still wanting to feel owned and safe under the influence of the right man. However, that is dulled by the ever pressing urge to just find somebody that I can connect with emotionally. Somebody that wants me as much as I want them. Somebody that makes me forget about the stresses of everyday life, even just for a moment.
I want love. Proper heart fluttering, clichéd love. When I actually analyse what I really need at this stage in my life, that is what it comes down to.
It’s funny isn’t it, how we change. I have said what I want hundreds of times. Yet, I never really know. I’m never really sure. Tomorrow, it may be something else.
The first is for stress relief. His persistent fingers easing the strain in her brain with each enduring circle. She sinks into the sensation, knowing that those movements are reliable, no matter the time needed to push her over the brink.
The second is for his engaging curiosity. How his fingertips wander so slowly across her skin. So soon after the first, almost too much for her to bare. Watching her turn into an uncontrollable mess. Her reactions heightened and uncaring. Raw and unburdened.
The third is for his ego. A smile spreads across his face as her body jerks away from him. Pulling away from his touch. Her eyes softly closed with a heaving chest. He stares and smirks at the ease of which his fingers can work.
The fourth is his finale. Hands pushing her against the wall, teeth grazing at her nipple. Fingers searching. Delicacy does not exist any more. Her knees buckling and her grip grasping as his force propels her to orgasm. No longer is she standing. As the crescendo hits she crawls down his upright form and is kissing the floor.
As she begins to sink into the depths of the carpet, there are hands. Strong ones. Aiding her rise, pulling her arms around his neck. Time is given for her to soften. Then, a deep kiss and a departure. In a blink, he has gone. All that is left is a dazed and satisfied girl in his wake.
Orgasms to heal two souls.
Oh fuck! This morning, I started teasing him. Slow, soft caresses of his cock through his boxers. I felt like drawing it out, making him oh so very ready for my mouth. Oh…I just love the feeling of a hard cock underneath my fingers. It just feels so good.
'You're so hard'.
That sentence caused a groan and a little jolt of that cock in my hand.
'Mmm…I love that…when your cock jumps'
Another groan. I teased for so very long, finally taking off his boxers and marvelling at that beautiful cock of his. I felt my mouth watering but I held back. I slid my fingers into my own wetness to create a little lubrication. I played with him. Just enjoying his reactions and the feel of him. All of a sudden, I felt an urge to ask him something:
'If you could come anywhere on my body, where would you choose?'
He groaned again and said that he couldn’t choose. So, I kept on playing. I took him in my mouth and teased and teased. Bringing him close to orgasm and then stopping to aim a grin at him. It didn’t take him long to take control of my head. Funny, I can concentrate more when he does that. All I have to think about is breathing. Anyway… he loosened his grip and I seized my moment once more.
'How do you want to come?' I whispered, kneeling over him.
'I want to come on your face'.
Oh…fuck. I have been fantasising about that for fucking ages. I think I exhaled quite loudly as a massive shiver of excitement and arousal spread through my body.
'Is that okay?' He asked, with a sweet little look of concern on his face.
An exasperated yes was all I could manage. Then, everything was a blur. He got off the bed and pulled me to the edge. He took my head and started to push me down on his cock.
Breathe…breathe…ah fuck he is going to come on my face..fuck..breathe!
I felt him harden even more and I knew just how close he was. He pulled out, took hold of his cock and gave those last few strokes that he needed to push him over the edge.
'Open your mouth, stick your tongue out'. How could I resist such a demand? I was already poised to do that. I didn't need telling. But fuck did him telling me to do that turn me on even more. I tilted my head back and looked up at him. And then…fuck…there it was. The noises he makes, the face he pulls and that hot, warm liquid falling onto my face. My forehead, my eye, my mouth, my cheeks. It even slid down in between my breasts. God…it felt so fucking amazing. I felt overwhelmed and I couldn't stop grinning. Even after we had cleaned up I bombarded him with kisses. That little experience had set off fireworks in my brain and rendered normally useful and sane parts of it useless. I was drifting off into a wonderful world and it felt so damn good.
I have wanted to experience that for so very long. It felt just like I had hoped. That little spark of humiliation. The feeling of being used. The filthiness of the whole situation. The wonderful fulfilling feeling…
Fuck. This man is just what I need.
I want to be on my knees. I need it. I want that feeling of utter surrender to wash over me as I look up to you. I want the smile to creep onto my face as I realise that I am exactly where I need to be. Let me fall into that head space where only my submission to your domination resides. Nothing could be more simple. I make one choice to submit and everything cascades onwards from that point. All that is left in my mind is a cloud of pleasure and fulfilment. All of the stresses and worries of my day are but mere memories. Only joyous pleasure exists. I need to kneel at your feet. I need that blanket of calm to softly cover my mind. I need to belong.
Sweep me off my feet. Blow me away.
I want to be able to read a book of clichés and render it obsolete for the sole reason that you have given literal meaning to every single figure of speech it possesses. Let me feel each and every one of them.
Let me ride on the waves of your passion and control.
Show me your soul and let me bare mine.
Take me to places I have never seen before.
Switch on your light and let me follow you into the darkness.
Hold me tight and never let me go.
Do everything you have ever wanted.
Give me everything you have ever wanted and I will do the same.
What would your innocent mind do with her?
Many, many things my dear, horny friend.
I would start by running my nails along the delicate curve of her jaw, tilting her head higher as I do so. My fingers would tease their way into her mouth so I could feel her suck and caress my fingertip with her tongue. I want to see just how talented that mouth of hers is.
I want to lean down and kiss those beautiful lips, her nose and her neck. I want to run my breath along her skin towards her nipples. I want to see those eyes flare as I bite down hard, feeling her buck underneath me. I want to be hard and soft. I want to see her lose control.
I am drawn to her eyes, her beautiful expressive eyes. My first thought is that I want to see them looking up at me. I want to see her judging the reactions of my body, gauging how effective her tongue is being. I want to grab a fistful of her hair and push her into me as my pleasure builds to its crescendo. I would pull her up my body to my lips and kiss her roughly before pushing her back down again to service me once more.
A whole Sunday afternoon spent with such a delicious toy. Of course, you are watching all of this. In the end, it is all just a show. I use her so that you can use me. Entertainment my dear friend. Excellent, delicious entertainment. After all, I do like to please. Perhaps you could join in?