Hoist yourself on the counter, spread, and prepare for a oral narrative acted out with surgical precision. Each kiss, lick, and caress is premeditated and meant to be but a small lead up to a larger goal.
We often embrace one another in bouts of furious desire that can’t be replicated. Two storm fronts colliding and causing ecstasy.
Not tonight.
Tonight turn yourself off, allow your mind to numb so that your body can focus all its energy on feeling every single twitch I make. By the time you snap back to reality your legs will be weak, your vintage will be raw, and your clothes will be ruined ;)
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I want to watch you, and in watching you, learn to know you. I want to see your face when I tell you to start, and watch your frustration when I order you to stop. I want to see the way you arch your back and tilt back your chin, exposing your neck like the pale virgin in a Stoker novel. I want that offering to be made to me, even if you never thought it. I want it to be subconscious, because ‘sub’ is what I want to drive you to. Submerged. Subversed. Submitted.
I want to watch you, and in watching you, own you. Your self in a pair of fingertips, sliding in and out, and in and out, and in and out. Each motion a moan, and each moan another prayer to me, your new deity. I want to drink you in as you swallow air like the drowning. I want to watch you come, and I want to watch you come hard, because nothing has made you as turned on as me, watching you.
I want to watch you, and in watching you, enhance you. I want that thought to sink into your mind as you bring yourself to that apex, and I want you to realise that I haven’t even touched you yet. I want the amused look in my eyes to become your own personal torturer, driving you to anger with frustration, and pushing you over the edge into blissful oblivion. I want to infuriate and capture, consume and destroy.
I want you.
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When it comes to breast bondage, I don’t normally like ropes over the tits. It usually distorts the breast too much for my liking, but this pic is pretty nice.beautifulsubmission: (via wordoyster)
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Life’s sloppy. You think you know how tomorrow is going to be, you’ve made your plans, everything is set in place, and then the unimaginable happens. Life catches you by surprise. It always does. But there’s good mixed in with the bad. It’s there. You just have to recognize it. –Susan Beth Pfeffer, This World We Live In
