Mine. Yours
Mine. Yours
You give yourself to me, surrender more than your body, but your trust as my fingers caress you, the flat of my palm smooth against your belly, down, slowly down, smiling as your pelvis rises, smiling at your helplessness, your legs tied, spread wide, one arm tied, one free, the silk scarves soft and strong both, you are beautifully vulnerable your body alive under my touch as my fingers approach your heat, as they slide over your swollen heat, the damp texture of your loins trembling, as a tease you, tracing the moist slit that presses upward against my hand that rises then pressed against you, finally letting one thick finger slide in, just barely, sliding up towards your clit, finding it, hard and tender as I kiss your neck,
You reach out in darkness, the blindfold tight against your eyes. My fingers probe as your hand finally finds my cock, you grasp it, your fingers tight around it’s shaft just as I plunge my own fingers deep in you.
“No” I whisper. “Caress it. Softly.” You cry out as my fingers swirl hard against your clit, as another hand grabs your breast, your excitement building, desperately to pump, to let your hand reflect your hunger.
“Caress.” I command and the strain of it, your body now being mauled by my strong hands, while your hand struggles to obey, softly sliding over my hardness, cups my balls smooth and shaven, so hungry for me, but obedient,
My fingers press your clit firmly now, the rhythm of them back, forth, firm and steady, savoring your cry, watching your beautiful fingers slowly, lightly rubbing me as my own hands take you hard, your soft breast helpless, your clit enslaved.
“Mine.” I say softly, but firmly too, sure of your giving, sure of your body, certain the first orgasm of the night teeters on the edge, as your voice, uintelligible whimplers, as my hand commands you to slow your touch even as my own speeds up, presses harder until you cry out, as your entire body spasms, lost in sensation, as your hands abandon me, and you grasp the sheets in beautiful agony then falls limp, your bruised chest heaving.
I straddle you and take your hands and place them against my shaft. “Now.” I say. “Now pump me. Make me cum white and hot over your breasts. and I watch your fingers, your manicured nails as they surround me and gently move, up and down, slow, firm,
My sigh tells you, tells you the pleasure that fills me at the sight of you, of your touch, of the knowing that shortly my pleasure will erupt and cover you, the beginning of our night. Yes, only the beginning, my own helplessness in love, no less binding than the silken scarves that bind you and leave you at my mercy.
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Love and Surrender
Look at you. All you want. So much more than you imagined possible when you, tentatively and soft admitted you might like.. a little submission. Maybe. Just a bit.
But that is not how it works. You know that now As you surrender a bit, and a bit more still. Baby steps down the rabbit hole to your nature, happiest now
in a place you never imagined, with marks on your skin and marks on your soul and a need to give, and surrender, and belong to me, in ways you never thought possible.
And yet, are, and even more than are, leaving you hungry to fall deeper still, becoming a creature of love and surrender, full of need to become perfect, to know you are enough.
You always were, But now, you know.
Everything
The thing is, I remember everything. Every inch. Every curve. The curl of your lip. The way your nipple rises when I go for seconds. Each little skin tag and mole. The depth and deceptive tightness. The sounds you make when we move to a new speed, a new depth, and fresh helplessness. I remember what I see when you cross the room. I remember how you feel as I lay on you. I remember everything Clothes and time and distance do nothing to blur what I know. You think we are apart now and again. But we are not. Because I remember everything.
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Deeper
Do not get me wrong. I think you are beautiful. I adore each curve, the rise of your breasts, Your hair, full, dark and wild. The full, pink pucker of your lips, the laughter and fear in your eyes. You know this. How many times have you caught me, gazing, my eyes flowing like fiery silk on your every line, hands caressing you like the miracle you are? But your beauty runs deeper, fed by passion, the need to please, all the way to helplessness, and into the dark spaces we both crave.
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This is one of the poems from my banished "The Other Poems" blog. I am always glad when I stumble on one, or find one on someone else's tumblr.
Every time you share a poem, you help me find one of the banned poems, and help me connect with lost connections because of the purge here.
One of my poems from my deleted blog, found on someone else’s blog.
Wait. Watch.
Lay there. Wait. Watch as I lay things out. Flogger. Crop. Plug. More. As I anticipate which pain, and where I will punish you with tonight. As I anticipate what tender places I will penetrate, with what and how long, and how hard. Watch. See my smile. See my shaft rise, hard as stone. Know, you are mine, helpless before my desire.
Consent
It has always about what you offered. And how far I would take it.
That does not change, but know this, there comes a place of offering where I will take all of you to a new place that will leave us both transformed.
Releasing the Collar
The hardest thing is to let go, release the collar after an age of your gift of submission, to see you, dressed for a world that can never own you as I do.
But, I smile as you rub the marks of collar and crop. The memories will hold me until you need what only I can give, and take what only you have.
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So many people believe submission is about forcing control. No, it is about surrendering control, and treating that surrender with all the respect it deserves.
And if you are fortunate, and have that kind of relationship, it is glorious. It is hard to go back. If you are more fortunate, you never will.
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