Dreams come true

Breathe

Wondering whispers
Deep soul cries
Lay asleep
Passion deeply stirs
Thrashing in memories
Heat rises within
Longing force
Yearning desires
Captured flesh

BREATHE…

my path

words, through my eyes

eyes that speak
holding
loving
never looking away

i feel You
touch me
wanting me

i want more
crave
desire
love
lust

to love and serve You
here is where i wish to stay

wanting it all

her heart… beats out of her chest as her car pulls into the drive. … she was scared to death. Breath…. Breath…”i can do this, she tells herself.”

Opening the car door, she steps out onto the pavement. “i want this, i hope He wants this too…, she whispers to herself.”

Stop… she enjoys the beautiful view.

*she giggles as she walks up to the door and sees the sticky note.* Knocking ––
He opens the door – Smiles and takes her into His arms…

sweet dreams

You are giving my life direction.
and i LOVE it.

i enjoy You.

the room

 

You come into my room.  Without a word You grab the chair and place it in the middle of the room.  i stare knowing.  Your hand reaches out to me, i take it.  Without a word You tightly bind my wrists behind my back allow my chest to bear itself.  You unbutton some of my red silk blouse exposing the black lace underneath.

My breath deepens with each button, each touch.  Your hands rest on my neck and then down to my shoulders.  You guide me down onto the chair.

Your hands spread my legs apart and begin to bind my ankles to the chair.  You gaze up at me.  i can feel your hands caressing my legs.  i feel your hands on my knees, reaching up my skirt.  i throw my head back giving in to the feelings that tremble inside of me.

Your fingers glide over my skin that my stockings do not cover.  You pull me forward on the chair spreading my legs farther apart.  You take hold of my skirt pushing it up over my hips, exposing my garters.  You quickly pull the rope just above my knee securing my legs to the chair once more.

Before i could turn and speak a word Your hand comes to my face.  You place the gag in its place.  i want to refuse it, but don’t.

More aware of my body being open to You, i begin to openly tremble.  No place to curl up and hide.  You stand back to look upon me again.  The silence is deafening  “… speak to me, my thoughts run, tell me, tell me what you want to do to me.. touch me, make my body scream…”

Your fingers wrap around my bra straps pulling them down to bear my breast to You, Your mouth coming quickly to them, biting firmly against my nipple.  At first, i pull away but You don’t let me.  my body reacts to the pleasure that the pain brings, so as not to allow me to forget how open i am You.  You grab the crop and snap it across my thighs.  Again and again, i feel pleasure building and await the release.

i pull on the ropes, i want to yell out, but my body reacts differently accepting its fate.  You grab my hair and pull my head back so, pushing my chest out toward You, toward the snap of the crop across my breasts…

breathless

Your slave… still breathless from this evening task.

 

she sinks down in the hot water, bubbles tickle her soft skin.  Closing her eyes, she lightly begins touching her toes then to the soles of her feet.  Soft skin glides along bubbles and flesh.  Sweet sensual strokes.  Feeling every part she can take in.  Knees, thighs, hips and then the curves of her sides.  How she loves that part of her.  Fingers glide up her chest to her neck and then slowly down each arm and each fingertip.  Relaxing into the water she sinks.

 

Slowing down, she caresses each underside of her breast just teasing, then across her nipples as they become erect.  Bubbles… heat… her hands travel down her stomach spreading her legs. Now wanting herself she glides her fingertips over her mound and down through her lips.  her breathing becomes deep and sensual touching become raw passion.  she can’t take it anymore and rips herself from the bubbles and heat.

 

Throwing herself on the bed, thinking of her Sir over her.  For Me, He says, For Me.  she climaxes within seconds.  she wants more, she craves more… please again Sir.  Pleasure mounting again and again.  The sheets now wet with passion and heat, but her body still craves more.  So again she mounts in climax.  Thoughts of Sir grabbing her, taking her.  she speaks.. make me Yours.

 

Heartbeat in silence.  Breathing heavy.  The room spins in pleasure.

For You my Sir, shall You have me as Your slave.

 

my Love

mia

softly

shhh…
i will hide for a while
only a few close friends will find me
ones that i love dearly.

My thoughts scream at me
I need to settle them
so softly spoken I will be

frightened

Have you ever wondered what scares you the most.
Have you ever felt it and didn’t know what it was.
Maybe it was right there in front of you to protect you.

It scares me…I know this, but what if I open my eyes and embrace the signs

It glides in wax
It shows its self in portraits
It runs a chill throughout
See me
Feel me
Do not be frightened

I am here