I smell leather. Fear consumes me, I start to run. It's that time again. Then I stop, fear turns to desire. My body tingles and I feel alive, unknowing of my fate.
What is this magic? This dust in the air? That tickles my appetite for the pleasure and beauty of you, whom I do not know.
Always falling in love ever so briefly, drifting again with my head so deep in the clouds.
Fading, ghostly, desperate for silence and beauty and transience - moving in need of the ocean and wind.
I like heaps of things and I really like you :)
'Me gustas tu'
I like airplanes, I like you
I like to fly, I like you.
I like the morning,
I like the wind, I like you.
I like dreaming, I like you.
I like the sea, I like you.
What am I going to do
I don't know
What am I going to do
I don't know anymore
What am I going to do
I am lost
What times these are, my heart.
I like motorcycles, I like you
I like to run, I like you
I like the rain, I like you.
I like coming back, I like you.
I like marijuana, Ilike you.
I like Colombian, I like you.
I like the mountains, I like you.
I like the night, I like you.
What am I going to do
I don't know
What am I going to do
I don't know anymore
What am I going to do
I am lost
What times these are, my heart.
I like supper, I like you.
I like the neighbor, I like you.
I like your cooking, I like you.
I like to flirt, I like you.
I like guitar, I like you.
I like regaee, I like you.
What am I going to do
I don't know
What am I going to do
I don't know anymore
What am I going to do
I am lost
What times these are, my heart.
I like cinnamon, I like you.
I like fire, I like you.
I like to swing, I like you.
I like la Coru'a, I like you.
I like Malasa'a, I like you.
I like la Casta'a, I like you.
I like Guatemala, I like you.
What am I going to do
I don't know
What am I going to do
I don't know anymore
What am I going to do
I am lost
What times these are, my heart
The bite of pain looks good on my flesh
It looks good on my face
At the time and yet mostly it is the memory
The ghost of pain - the absence - that I most revel in
My breasts most present and beautiful in their state of aching memory and desire
To feel alive, to feel the bite, and the ghost of
He had me all flushed-face and wet with arousal
"Ooh, I need to pee. I don't want to go to a dirty toilet."
"Don't then, kitten. Just sit on my face and let it go," as he proceeds to edge me further.
"Yes Master." It felt soooo good.
He's so wickedly kinky.
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 ❤️ ?
