Hear your Gasps, as my whip touches your skin
Taste your Tears, as my hand Crushes your pussy
Inhale your Musky, as I twist your nipples
Feel your Orgasams, as I pound you from behind
Watch with Pride, as you kneel before me
My World is my Senses
and
My World is Complete
What are you doing up so late?
Shouldn't you be in bed?
Because No One Should Suffer Alone:
So bundle up, you Monsters!
Merry All Hallow's Eve!
Scared
Lonely
Sad
Tired
Anxious
Unsure
Depressed
Human
Feel your dark tresses grasped between my fingers
Smell your musky scent swirling about me
Hear your slight breath upon my chest
The top of your head as it rests next to my cheek
The tingle of your back beneigh my arm
All this while you are beyond my grasp
The feelings remain
Silvia looked Matt straight in the eye, and said:
"No"
Matt returned the look, and replied:
"Are you sure, little one?"
"Yes," she quipped, placing her hand on the table.
Matt drew in a big breath and let out a sigh that started at his diaphragm.
"There will be repercussions for this choice, as you well know."
"There will be indeed, Sir. More than you know" Silvia stated, as she moved her hand to the board and jumped Matt's remaining pieces one after another. When she was one, she neatly stacked them on her side of the table, looked up at him and smiled!
"I win! Time to pay up, Sir!"
Matt grimaced and walked to the kitchen. Grumbling to himself that He should have never taught her how to play checkers, He proceeded look for an apron, so he could do the dirty dishes in the sink.
Silvia sat back in her chair and smiled. Then she wondered if she should help Him. She thought maybe a blowjob while He worked might move things along so they could scene later.
"Nah," Silvia told herself. "He's the Dom, let him figure it out."
Oh the Games We Play
Your Lovely Narrator is a Diabolical and Perverse Man, He lead you down a crooked path, with nary a signpost to point the way.
Indeed Like a good prestidigitator, He confounded you with a title that was untrue and then showed you he was following the rules with the subtitle.
Thus so, #3 was indeed true. Due to a growth thing on my left wrist, it does not rotate as well as my right. This leads to crappy timing, screwing up the Florentine. For those that have not seen it, here is a short vid:
#2 is also quite true. Not all D/s is sexually oriented. My favorite example is the woman who was getting married to a vanilla. This man placed her on a pedestal, to the point she could do no wrong.
She hated this and needed to be put in her place. So she would come over and clean my apartment. I would follow her around and criticize her work. She was quite grateful for it.
The only articles of clothing she took off was her shoes and sock.
Foot fetish you know.
So that leaves #1 as the Lie. But so obvious a one, it made you all wondering if there wasn't another in the list.
As I said: Perverse and Diabolical
Or is it the Other Way Around ?
#1: Of all the Kinds of s types, Brats are my Favorite!
#2: I don't always engage in sex during a BDSM scene
#3: I can't Florentine
Never a more pleasant way to spend a Sunday Morning:
