A day of meandering thoughts and many pauses.
I love art. I love photography. I love portraits. It's something in the eyes, something deep that incites a fascination for what lies beneath, similar to the mystery beheld in a D/s bond.
This photography artist captures that tension and wonder in me.
Artist: Irma Kanova
You can take much more than this
You love it
The pain, the mess
Take it, own it
And clean up after yourself, you dirty little slut!
*smiles*
She thought I was cute. I thought she was the most beautiful creature imaginable. Easily I gave myself to her. A playtoy for their pleasure. She was so captivating the choice was made before the proposal.
She took me and stripped me. Tender her carress and curious wonder in her eyes as she claimed my body and desire. With hands of an artist she positioned me perfectly on my knees. I closed my eyes and felt the cold leather collar tighten around my neck. The click of the chain. The soft darkness of silk. Flesh became only feeling and sound.
Her pet. Her toy. My entire purpose to pleasure.
I knelt before her and felt her gaze, which filled me with immense purpose and focus. A beautiful little plaything.
"Come my pet, let us play," she said seductively before walking me inside."Wait till Daddy sees what a delightful toy you are."
I need more primal in my life.
Less brain, more heart ❤️ ?
I took the test that Sweet Ginger posted on her blog. No surprise that I have a 'kitten' submissive personality. Felines feature heavily in my writing, so do pussys.
So here's to you lovely, playful kittens out there ^◇^
Meow xx
It feels like I've been fucked all the way up my spine and in my mouth.
It reminds me of the post I wrote 'The sensual opening'. I have known things my whole life but I didn't know it.
The bond of women sharing their love and desire together is divine to behold. When all they know is beauty, admiration and care for each other. They are in harmony and beyond envy, comparison and competition. They are lovely - a wonder. They create beautiful things and moments together. They are divine feminine. They are music. They are gentle. They are loving. They are connected. They are indefinable together and uniquely complementary.
They are the embodiment of intimate love and feminine devotion.
What is felt and created is so beautiful, words cannot describe.
I'm a little hungry for cock and worship so that's what this post is.
Ode to Cock
They are beautiful
Tasty
And so much fun.
"Spring"
She went about her day doing her usual chores. But she was in one of those dreamy states where all her mind would do is wander. It was the middle of Spring – warm weather made for summer dresses and glistening pearl skin. It stayed wet between her legs all day. And her mind wandered.
The afternoon sun called to her and she roamed the hills. To her spot she came – a hill where she lay to watch the clouds roll by. She dozed and daydreamed in the soft air and warm sun.
She woke to being rolled over to her stomach, hands already restrained and pinned, her dress roughly pulled up. She could only see the ground as her head was pinned with a bite behind the ear. Five hard smacks to her arse and a growl.
“Don’t fucking move.” Fingers pushed deep into her wet pussy and a triumphant huff between biting teeth.
“You’re mine, you fucking whore.” He growls into her ear, as he slips his thumb into her arse. “What are you?”
She answers with a gush of her pussy and the tiniest of squeals.
He admires how she looks – how she knows – before entering her from behind, forcing her head into the ground as he pushes harder, faster and deeper – into her soul. He lifts her arse, pulls her closer into him. She is silent but her breaths get heavy and something is building inside her. She can’t restrain it any longer and her body begins convulsing. Waves wash over and she can’t help but moan with every shudder. He pulls her up to her knees as it rips through both of them – he bites her hard and growls as she screams and drops to the ground in tears, in ecstasy.
She was caught.
Positioned on her knees and arms restrained above her head, without sight she waited in fear. Her other senses alive, she could smell salt water and hear the low tones and movements of men. They were strong, reserved men - professionals.
Adrenaline running wild inside her and heavy breaths made her breasts heave. They looked magnificent in her silk slip, wet with damp surroundings. Wet trickled down her leg. She was confused by her arousal and tried to conceal her body's lust. But even she could smell the mix of fear and desire.
Footsteps of boots came toward her and stopped inches in front of her.
He could feel her breath.
She wasn't going anywhere.
Silence. She felt his gaze burn into her. Unable to breathe, her cunt beat as her heart.
Facing straight ahead into the pitch black, she could smell him and parted her lips instinctively. Her cunt wet, she hears his smirk as he plunges his hard cock into her wet mouth - down her throat. He holds it there as she chokes and shudders. Fingers plunge into her dripping cunt and pull out before she can cum. He pulls his cock out and she groans with neediness. Her breaths are heavy with desperation.
She listens intently as he zips his jeans. He twists her nipple and smiles amused then walks away, leaving her dripping and moaning.
She loves to feel such desperate desire.
