He said he’d buy me a collar then we’d do erotic things.
I wonder what those things include.
Would he instruct me to gracefully kneel and lift my hair?
As he fixes the collar to my neck, would his rough finger tips graze the tiny goosebumps on my nape?
Before he walks around to stand in front of me, lifting my chin so he can see me
Staring into my eyes so he can see us
Because I am now his submissive.
A reflection of his dominance,
A result of his care,
I’m feeling antsy in this heat. I should be in the nude. Your hands should be fixed in the crooks of my knees. My knees should be pressed into ribs while your phallus massages my insides. The sound of coqui add to the soundtrack of our love making.
so i heard the intro for a song called “The Loudest Silence” … would this be love if you could let go of me so easily? probably not.
Subject yourself to being subjective.
say, “I feel like,” or rather,
“I believe that if you place your thumb firmly on my clitoris, I will climax on your index and middle fingers.”
Sometimes you have to allow yourself to feel like shit. Respect any process – even the emotional process but NEVER LINGER.
I feel so disconnected from sex. It is as if passion has eluded me. Without passion why have sex? The tingling between thighs cannot be satisfied by penetration alone.
The succubus has come undone.
She peers out of the eyes of her vessel and tugs at the locks of her enclosure.
but she will never live to hunt again.
Two fingers to part the lips,
Two lips to receive a kiss,
One tongue to complete the kiss.
– Ravenna Black