The Voices in My Head

I love it when you let me watch.  The room feels alive with anticipation. My shaky breath fills the silence of the room. My eyes, bright and dilated at the thought of what is coming, watch you walk across the room and drink in your body.  My tongue finds my lips and I draw in the corner and bite, reminding myself what is coming.

“Ready?” reaches my ears as your hands run down my spine, the goosebumps erupting remind my skin it’s alive.

“Yes, Sir.” I say, knowing now I am bound to this scene unless I speak one little word that will end it and bring me to your arms.  I know there will be no other words spoken unless you initiate them.   One more shuddered sigh and I am beyond ready.

You are never so masculine to me than in these moments. The shadows of your strength highlight the cuts and valleys of your skin and reach down to your jeans. Your hands, so commanding, weave and knit with a fluidity that’s hypnotizes me. It beautifully binds my mind.

I see the rope, I understand it.  Alone, it is weak, it cannot do it’s job. But layer upon layer woven together brings its strength.  As the rope binds my body, it binds my demons, my insecurities. I watch as it weaves its way through my hurt, my pain that brought me to me knees.  An internal pain brought to surface by the strength the rope brings. The way it cuts into my skin. The fine balance to allow breath but bind the panic.  The years of betrayal that built my walls so high are crushed into pebbles by the strength of these woven threads. As the last knot dances over my body what passes through the gaps is a torrent of wet covering my cheeks before I realize the sob that breaks the silence is coming from the depths of my soul. Like arms that cover me close, they hold me in the moment with only you.

I barely register the first strike of the flogger over my erect nipples.  Gasping, they harden even more reaching for release. Again and again the straps find exactly where you want them to fall on my body.  Soon I am trembling from need or pain, I’m not sure which is more. My back longing to fall into an arch, my lips swollen from biting and sucking them through your assault, my exposed pussy dripping with a craving only you can fill. Here in this immobile moment, I am free to fly. My head falls back and my eyes close having taken in the beauty of my body in this moment.

“Kitten?” you whisper, grabbing my hair while bringing my head up to meet your piercing eyes. I’m overwhelmed all over again by what meets me.  Concern, desire, concentration, pure unadulterated lust meet me and my flooded eyes threatening to spill all over again.  Sweat is covering your body as you struggle to remain in control....  this is me. I did this to you. I brought you here. I am safe, I am loved, I am yours....

“Green, Sir.”

Slowly, sensually you release my body one bind at a time and I feel the pain wash away as the rope slips.  Just like my heart through the years, there are marks left behind. And just like the rope, they will eventually fade under your care.  Delivering me from my binds, your fingers gently caress my body burning me from the inside out.  Every part of my body is throbbing.  You admire the marks you left, looking at me through hooded eyes like I am the most beautiful canvas you have ever seen.

As soon as the last knot is released, the overwhelming break in passion is untamed.  With my body easily lifted, my shaking legs find their way around you hips shamelessly grinding as you carry me to bed.  My mouth finds yours hungrily drawing your lips between my teeth until I hear you hiss and I taste that familiar metal flavor. Love will come later, right now as I’m dropped on the bed.... all I feel is summed up in the words coming from your mouth and you sink yourself deep inside my heat....

“Fuck yes, kitten.....”

I wrote this almost a year ago. At the time I ended up stuffing my feelings, feeling like I wouldn’t fully be understood. 

3 months ago my dad passed away and  I’m spinning. Hard…. and I find myself here once again and not handling it well.  

Tears

Tears.  I remember watching friends in school cry over a lost love or hurt feeling and wondering if I was broken. I envied them. I walked around with a perpetually filled cup, not knowing how to find my release. I could cry for trivial things, sad songs, movies... but it was not the release of a cry that has washed your soul... pulling you from suffocating waters.

As time went on and I found my true self as a sub, my balance was found...  but once in a while.... every once in a while I found myself spinning. A spin that was not part of our power exchange. A spin that was all mine and I knew this thirst would eventually take over until satisfied.  I hated it.   I am not a brat by nature, I find myself sitting comfortably in a place between teasing and well knowing my boundaries.  Only a couple times in my life have I reached a place where in my need, I would poke the bear, let’s say. I would push... push beyond the limit of the most patient Dom to the point that there was a loss of control. To the point where that loss of control ended with a harsh physical punishment.     

In that moment, it truly was two fold for me....  I needed the hurt to come from a place of anger, it would not work any other way (yes, I tried).  In the same breath, I needed someone to be strong enough, worthy enough, safe enough to submit my tears to.  Not surface tears.   Tears that come from a depth unseen, that flow from the moment I feel the first burn of a hit until I shatter over and over under his body.  The physical power matching the emotions of the moment.  The intensity of the orgasms I have in this place make me flush just thinking about it even years later. The desire beyond reason.

I tried for years to evaluate, justify, explain away my reason for this kind of release.  I fought how fucked up I must be to have to bring myself here.

After I found myself alone, I would bring myself to this place. I would run a trail until I physically collapsed into tears, unable to move for moments...  lost in the grief, anger, confusion, frustration, and weight of the release that came with pushing my body.   And then I would be fine for awhile.... 6 months....  then a couple months.... now just a couple weeks. 

I’ve now been in a LDR for over a year now and find myself in a familiar place. The runs are not working, they are coming far to consecutively and now.... there are no tears.   

There came a point in my last relationship where he was no longer worthy of my tears and no man has been gifted with them since.

What my Sir and I have is deeper than anything I have known before. He sees me. All of me. I know this my way of wanting to give him this part of me, possibly also testing him, but I’m scared.

I have tried to do things differently this time. I am open, I am communicating, I am sharing my thoughts instead of pushing but it doesn’t put out the fire. I know eventually I will be consumed by this need.

I thought maybe just penning out my feelings would help me sort them and gain some clarity.”

Let me preface. I am not a brat. No shade to anyone who is, just prefacing who I am. I do not misbehave. I am a fully capable, strong woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone…. but my Sir, I’m his. I don’t like to anger him or disappoint him in any way. I communicate my needs and wants regularly.  I really can’t explain enough, and I’m not being arrogant, I fully and happily submit to him without a second thought and have for over a year. Before him I did with my other Doms as well.   

But right now, I need what I can’t ask for. Because then it would null and void. He doesn’t play games, nor does he even acknowledge this place I am in, and maybe he’s right. Maybe I am picking petty arguments. Maybe my feelings are all over the place. I pride myself on staying even, I hate this spin. This builds. And I can’t stop it, and I need to be handled. 

This is different than topping to me, and nothing like being a brat for fun.  This is everything in me wanting to challenge him in a way that I am forced to submit.  It lays dormant for years sometimes and then surfaces and I cannot shake it. 

Do any other subs experience this?  I’m a very dominant personality in my life. I make my rules, I make the rules for my family and I lead in my profession…. being a sub balances these scales for me.  It soothes me, but I feel out of balance atm. I keep trying to stuff it and I have tried in the past and it doesn’t work. I also love my Sir, in and out of our dynamic he deserves my respect… it’s just conflicting to me  

Now this…. is how to enjoy your Sunday morning coffee  😘

In your hands

The snap brings a submissive

The clasp of hand a companion

The ushering at the small of my back brings a soft woman

The midnight embrace brings a mistress

The reach for my door brings a lady

The pull against my hair brings a good slut

The clap of your hand bring a confident woman

The pat on my ass brings a good girl

The placing of a ring brings a wife

The brush down my arm brings a lover

The securing of a collar brings a pet

The feel of a kick brings a mother

The stroke of my heat brings a tiger

The cover brings a beloved

The snap of a finger brings a slave

The tickle through laughter brings your darling

The fondling of my breasts brings a wonton

The feathering fingers down my face brings a gentlewoman

The grab of a wound brings a nurse

The warning impressions on my leg brings a siren

The caress brings a beauty

The reach brings what’s yours

Because.....

In your hands....

I am everything.

So much can be heard in the spaces between.

So much can be said for the sights unseen.

Steps upon steps carry her to a path upstream

Digging, clawing, sweat fire like kerosene.

They underestimate the girl who is truly queen

The wet on her face falls from aquamarine

She reaches a hand to quiet her scream.

So higher she rose.

She is the setting sun that cared for the day,

Knowing that none and nothing can stay.

Keeping them all safely at bay.

and She is the moon who promises it’s not that way,

And rocks his being with her tidal sway.

Drawing him inside, coaxing him to stay.

Two tides, one soul, come and go, on replay

So far she fell.

She threw off the chill that shuttered her bones,

And counted the ripples of the stones she’s thrown.

She thinks there are lessons, and in that she’s grown.

The silence has given . . .a more humbling tone.

Her fear made vulnerable, heard in a moan

Awaiting with bated breath… afraid to be cast away, sitting alone.

She’ll see you tomorrow -

or maybe she won’t.

In the stars that grant wishes,

or the ones that don’t.

A salty rain falls down her face

Soaking away her ache

Stealing just a moment,

She washes away the doubt

Sinking into silence

Immersing in the memories

Eventually, she rinses them away,

Letting her tears run dry

Stands to give a smile

For now it’s time to leave and go

Until it’s warmth beckons her tomorrow.

Shifting my legs, I lean into the table giving you one last subtle view  of what you have wanted but couldn’t touch for the last hour.  Licking my lips, I pull the bottom one between my teeth and meet your eyes with a mischievous grin. Cocking your eyebrow my stomach flips knowing I have played well beyond my limits.  You round the table and goosebumps cover my skin as your fingers feather my shoulders and pull back my chair.

Hmmmm....  I can play just a bit more under the protection of the restaurant. Letting my napkin fall as I stand, I position myself in front of you and bend to retrieve it. Letting my curves creep their way up your legs and nestle into your body for a second too long, I flippantly toss the napkin on the table.  The chuckle in my ear hitches my breath....  “Feeling brave, are we Kitten?”

“Mmmmm.....” crosses my lips as the sides turn up. Your hand securing its place on the small of my back leads me out the door, the night air awakening my skin as the cold wraps around me. But it’s not the cold that makes me shudder. It’s what I know is coming.

I let my mind wander as I feel your fingers make their way up and down my arm until the ding of the elevator brings reality into focus.

My heels clicking on the ground you have let yourself fall back a pace...  I take full advantage and let my hips lead into a graceful sway with each step, bringing my hand to the front of my dress I use the friction and let it raise just enough to drive you mad.

I stop at the car like I know I am supposed to and wait for you to open the door.   I don’t hear you, but I don’t move. I know what is expected of me, a gust of wind whistles through the garage and carries a strand of my hair with it and I find my hand reaching instinctually to tuck it behind my ear. Just as I raise it eye level, with a speed to match the desire of the moment, my arm is secured behind me, so far that my shoulder immediately feels the ache.  I am spun facing you and immediately my wide eyes find the floor. I know that look.  “No more playing, Kitten.” Echos through the garage...

Mere seconds pass as my back is pressed against the cold metal of the car.  Your feet give a swift kick and my legs are spread.  Sucking in a quick breath as my body takes the shock of the cold metal against my skin, a swift flick of your wrist rids me of my panties and your cock impales me....  easily sinking through my drenched lips.  My leg lifted and anchored around you I let my head fall back relishing what I have been craving.

Fuck. Hissing in a breath you fist my hair and anchor yourself for a hard fuck.  I can’t catch my breath as you rub the spot that drives me mad.  Desperate for more, like a greedy bitch, I rocked back and forth, dragging myself up and down your shaft, meeting every thrust. My clit pressed against you, I roll my hips against you, forgetting everything except the pressure building. “Please....” leaves my as I close my eyes lost in the moment.

Instantly your hand comes up and seizes my neck.  My eyes fly open in a panic, your face finds me and my heart races. You squeeze... my warning... my reminder... my safe place...  my belonging.   “No....”   Frowning full of question, I bite my lip and try to stop the crash around me. You haven’t slowed your pace.  Your eyes pierce through me.  The sound of our bodies slapping with each thrust makes me weak.

“Please, Sir.....  I can’t....  oh God....”  my back leaves the car as I arch my body into you.  Closing my eyes I feel my body start to release again when you grab my face and squeeze...  making me meet your eyes again.

Without even so much as a pause, breathing in an inch away from my face you whisper, “You will take every fucking drop... and you are not allowed to cum or you will be punished. You will remember this next time you push your boundaries Kitten...”

My eyes never leave yours as your cock pulses inside me, your moan makes my stomach flip leaving me full but hungry for more.  With a twinkle in your eye you are gone as fast as you came.  Chuckling at the shock on my face as you open my car door I hear your words, “If you are a good girl and don’t spill a drop on the drive home.... you might find the reward is worth the wait.”

Quickly squeezing my legs closed, I clench in my prize and find my words with a smile: “yes, Sir...”

I love date night.....

Walking in the room, his eyes fall immediately on her.  Tall and steady she stands.  Silently surveying, head raised, eyes soaking in the crowd, assessing.   Taking her in, he notices she leans on nothing. A metaphor for her life. She takes care of herself, because she has been conditioned to do so.  Her walls tangible, a queen of ice alone in a room full of people.  Independent and fearless, capable and competent.  Commanding control over herself and those around, she is fierce and wild ... untamed by all.   

Taking in breath, he sees the facade, the truth behind the monsters that chase her. He recognizes the battle, her empty longings, her true nature lying in wait.  Assuming his stance behind her, he feels her challenge as she turns and holds her stare. Her narrow eyes widen at the impact, giving her away for a split second before quickly regaining composure.  Face flushed and brow furrowed he waits for her to understand.  She was always his.  Words begin to fill her nights. An insatiable appetite consumes her thoughts.  Actions steadily break down barriers carefully constructed.  Inexplicably bound, she is no longer her own.  Wholly freed and completely possessed.

Walking in the room, his eyes fall immediately on her.  Steady and calm she kneels.  Head bowed and eyes searching he reaches out his hand, cupping her face. Closing her eyes she leans into his touch, submitting her true self, only to him..... her chosen...

Tears.  I remember watching friends in school cry over a lost love or hurt feeling and wondering if I was broken. I envied them. I walked around with a perpetually filled cup, not knowing how to find my release. I could cry for trivial things, sad songs, movies... but it was not the release of a cry that has washed your soul... pulling you from suffocating waters.

As time went on and I found my true self as a sub, my balance was found...  but once in a while.... every once in a while I found myself spinning. A spin that was not part of our power exchange. A spin that was all mine and I knew this thirst would eventually take over until satisfied.  I hated it.   I am not a brat by nature, I find myself sitting comfortably in a place between teasing and well knowing my boundaries.  Only a couple times in my life have I reached a place where in my need, I would poke the bear, let’s say. I would push... push beyond the limit of the most patient Dom to the point that there was a loss of control. To the point where that loss of control ended with a harsh physical punishment.     

In that moment, it truly was two fold for me....  I needed the hurt to come from a place of anger, it would not work any other way (yes, I tried).  In the same breath, I needed someone to be strong enough, worthy enough, safe enough to submit my tears to.  Not surface tears.   Tears that come from a depth unseen, that flow from the moment I feel the first burn of a hit until I shatter over and over under his body.  The physical power matching the emotions of the moment.  The intensity of the orgasms I have in this place make me flush just thinking about it even years later. The desire beyond reason.

I tried for years to evaluate, justify, explain away my reason for this kind of release.  I fought how fucked up I must be to have to bring myself here.

After I found myself alone, I would bring myself to this place. I would run a trail until I physically collapsed into tears, unable to move for moments...  lost in the grief, anger, confusion, frustration, and weight of the release that came with pushing my body.   And then I would be fine for awhile.... 6 months....  then a couple months.... now just a couple weeks. 

I’ve now been in a LDR for almost 3 months and find myself in a familiar place. The runs are not working, they are coming far to consecutively and now.... there are no tears.   

There came a point in my last relationship where he was no longer worthy of my tears and no man has been gifted with them since.

What my Sir and I have is deeper than anything I have known before. He sees me. All of me. I know this my way of wanting to give him this part of me, possibly also testing him, but I’m scared.

I have tried to do things differently this time. I am open, I am communicating, I am sharing my thoughts instead of pushing but it doesn’t put out the fire. I know eventually I will be consumed by this need.

I thought maybe just penning out my feelings would help me sort them and gain some clarity. 💕

Taking a steady breath I open the car door and start my walk up to the house. It is not a short walk. I tighten the belt on my coat as I follow the path that seems to call out to me, drawing me closer to you.  The anticipation building as I take in the beauty around makes me smile.  My thoughts drift and before I know it my feet find the bottom of the stairs.  Feeling myself flush, I climb. I wonder if you are here already, or if I am the first one to explore. The sounds of the forest fade as my heels lightly tap, betraying my position.   My breath hitches at the sight.

Lit by the glow of candles, the room has been meticulously staged. Drawn to the line of possibilities you have laid out on the dresser, my fingers feather over the handle of the flogger, my heart beating out of my chest I look around but you are nowhere.  I let my fingers explore, taking in all the sensations as if it is my first time. The soft bedding coupled with the hard frame, the texture of the robes hanging contrast the wood wall.  My hand lingering over the flame of the candle just long enough to match the heat burning inside me.

Turning, I walk out onto the patio. Stepping out of my heels one at a time I let them fall where they land.  The fire outside raging leaves a seductive glow on everything it touches. Closing my eyes and breathing in the moment,  I feel you now.  You are watching me, you probably have been the whole time.  Looking down I slowly untie the belt of my coat. Button by button I make my way down, the red of my nails in dark contrast to the black wool. With one fluid shrug, the coat falls effortlessly revealing nothing but a black garter, stockings, and a black bra. The chilly air settles around the curves of my body.   Exposed to the miles of forest ahead, I hear you take in a breath as I let the last cover fall to the chair next to me.  Leaning against the rail I bite my lip, cocking my hip to one side.  I want to turn my head so badly, but I love this game we play more. Gone is the frenzy of the first time we met, but this... this intensity shakes my core as goosebumps cover my body.  Suddenly, your body is flush with mine. I can feel your need through your pants making me smile as I lean myself into you.  Your hand works its way over the curves of my ass gentle at first moving up the small of my back and down to hips.  Keeping my hands on the railing I let my upper body lower just a bit and arch my back letting my body sink into you.   I gently sway and grind against your cock, rolling my hips, I tease you with a preview of what I know you crave. Digging your fingers into the front of my hips, you still me immediately.

You turn me and I am speechless.  Lost in the darkness of your eyes.  My hand moves up to find your chest and before I can respond you grab my wrist and secure it behind my back, thrusting my chest into you. My head falls back and I gasp as you give me a warning bite right above my breast. Giving a little giggle you tighten your hold, fisting my hair you bring my eyes to yours, giving me that look I was waiting for.  This is my warning.  My stomach flips and I lower my eyes, biting my lip with a flirty smile.   You release my wrist and hold out your hand guiding me past you to the bedroom. You finish your look with a warning smack to my ass that makes me jump and moan at the same time. Taking advantage of the distraction and space, I think I might be able to make it past the door.  A little game of tag never hurt, right?  Giving a surprised squeal, strong arms wrap around my waist before I can even execute my plan. Damn, how do you do that?!

Tossing me onto the bed you take a moment to take me in as I grab my tits and tease you with a show.  One roll and I'm ass up purring into the blanket.  Clasping one hand I feel the smooth cuff wrap around my wrist and tighten. Before I decide I want to play any more you are straddling my body buckling my other wrist into place. Your hands raking down my arms and back as you feather kisses down my spine has me testing my bindings. The weight of your body leaves mine and I tuck my chin into my shoulder trying to anticipate what is coming next. Rolling my hips back and forth into the bed I hear you give a little chuckle. “I guess that answers my question,” I hear you say. “Such a naughty kitten.”

Immediately your hands are on my ankle securing it in place. You run your fingers up the inside of my thigh and I whimper at the touch. The bed dips and you are covering my body again.  Your breath finds my ear as your fingers dip inside my heat I am already heaving with need. “So wet for me....” you whisper. I feel empty as your fingers leave, trailing their way up my back I watch as you take them in your mouth. Fuck....  You lean forward and lick my lips, giving me a sweet taste, and then you are gone. Out of nowhere you slap my ass, hard. My unbound foot flying up instinctually is instantly grabbed as you slap the other side. Yanking me into position you make fast work of subduing me.  Trying to find you in the room, I lift my head and am met with the black shadow of a lace blindfold. I can see just enough shadows to know where you are in the room and too little to know what’s coming.

A gentle caress finds the top of my ass cheek and before I can settle into the feeling it’s followed by the crack of your hand.  Over and over from one side to the other you tease me with your touch and light me on fire with the palm of your hand. My breathing heavy, licking my lips I try and gain any wiggle room only to have you lean into the small of my back, holding me in place, and continuing your assault.

I can feel my need pooling between my legs, dripping down to the bedspread below me.  Just as my breath becomes ragged, you are gone and I’m left with the burn you have painted on my body.  I barely register the clicking sound as my body is flipped over. I grip the straps above my head realizing I am still bound just as I hear the slapping sound of little straps landing across my chest.  The burn hits as I hiss and arch them high off the bed.   Before I can catch my breath the next round lands.   I am writhing on the bed, my legs steadily rubbing to ease this pressure that burns straight from my nipples down to my clit. Biting back a moan I hear you tsk...  you like to hear me cry out. You take my nipple in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it finally taking it between your teeth and giving me a warning.   I’m not ready though... just a little bit longer.... I bite back the cry that is trying to escape my lips.

Now I’ve done it.  Challenge accepted.  You flip me as if I am nothing but a feather and I find myself on all fours. My knees apart exposing my dripping cunt, I feel myself flush even more.  My hands moved to the center of the headboard you take my jaw in your hands and say one word. “Stay”

I finding at a loss for words as I feel your hand come down hard on the lips of my pussy with a slap.  “Words kitten.” You command.

“Yes, Sir” sounded much stronger in my head, but it comes out as a breathy whisper.

My body starts to tremble in excitement as I let the moment sink in. I hear the buckle of your belt and stiffen.  My ears hear the familiar whoosh of the leather leaving your pants and I wait.

One. Two. Three minutes go by. I don’t move, I’m not sure I’m even breathing.   My clit throbbing between my legs is driving me wild.  Out of nowhere your hand cups my pussy and you run your fingers between my lips... I am so ready... it takes nothing. I am desperate for you.  I could cum any second.  Without warning your fingers leave and the feeling is replaced by the sting of your belt. I cry out at the shock and bite into the back of my hand. Again you bring me right to the edge and again I am left with the cracking sound of your belt on my ass.

It takes no time.  I’m already there and you know it. This has been building for weeks, neither one of us is going to last long. “You are going to count to 5 Kitten, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say between breaths.

The first strike lands much harder than before pushing me into the headboard I cry out. Trying to rationalize the strength of the hit I look back over my shoulder and take in your shadow an wonder if I have upset you.  It is then I realize you are just as desperate as I am. A growl leaves your lips as you watch the welt from your strap mark my skin.  Looking forward, feeling proud, wanted, safe, I ready myself.

“One”

The second lands mirroring the first but this time I only let a whimper escape.

“Two”

I hear you suck in a deep breath and brace myself as the belt strikes down and then up before I can even feel the first blow. Tears are pooling and my cry fills the room. Our need for each other is all-consuming.

“Three and Four”

Before I can get “four” out you have landed one last hit without warning....  that was unexpected. You have always warned me. I register the hot before I feel it and as I hear your belt thrown across the floor my body recognizes exactly how hard you struck me.

Choking back a sob I hear myself say “5” as my body is once again flipped.  Taking a steadying breath, my blindfold is ripped off and my eyes adjust to find you naked and on top of me.  My body shaking with need and fire, I look down at your cock licking my lips; waiting for what I know you like.

As if you read my mind, you almost growl out, “Not now Kitten, I need to be inside you” and with one thrust I can no longer focus.  I cannot think, my body arches reaching for a release only you can give. You have lost all control, fucking me with reckless abandon as the forest around us watches this primal moment.  I feel nothing except your body, our grunts and moans filling the room as my body wraps itself around you squeezing you of the last little bit of control you had. Grabbing my ass and lifting me to each thrust, the pain with the pleasure is my undoing.  I search your face and it softens, the shift in the air is palpable... I am yours.  Your hand engulfs the two of mine, holding them above my head as your eyes never leave mine. Our bodies move as one.

Your face inches from mine, your body fucks me without pause.  My breath hitches as I try and stop the peak that is coming when I hear you whisper “Cum for me....”  as tears fall from my eyes.

Wave after wave rolls through me coaxing you off the edge with me. I hear you shout into the room as our bodies pulse in sync with one another. Where one is finished the other erupts and time is lost. Just as I start to come down you reach between us and stroke my clit sending me crashing over and over again.

The slow lazy feeling of your cock gently sliding in and out of my lips brings me back to reality.  Stretching under you, I gently roll us over, straddling you with a mischievous smile. I kiss you gently, bringing your bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a little suck I let it fall back in place and shyly say, “hi....”

I barely hear your “Hi, yourself” as I kiss my way down your chest and torso... my fingers fluttering over your body admiring it. Feeling completely satisfied as to your cum coats my thighs, I make my way down to thoroughly thank you....

Looking up into your eyes right before I reach my prize I lick your skin and mumble.... “have you seen the hot tub?”