Obedient Bunny

I don’t really care for the holidays, especially Thanksgiving. It always was too much work for too little pay off. I’d clean and cook and then everyone would gobble (pun intended) down the food and fall asleep in front of the TV until it was time for dessert then they’d eat that and go, leaving me with all the clean up. However this year is different. I have something, rather someone, to be thankful for. I found someone that makes me happy. Someone that challenges me, pushes me to be the best version of myself that I can be. Someone who saw what I was hiding deep inside and coaxed my true self out into the open. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would find him on a site like this. But I have and I am eternally grateful. Getting to know him has been an adventure. I haven’t had to interact this much with another person in a long time, and so intimately as well. He makes me feel things I thought were dormant, things that in the past had gotten me into situations because others didn’t understand. He has helped me regain some of my self confidence. He has really pushed me to think about how I want the world to see me, how I will present myself to others. He has taught me that as long as I am honest and true to myself then others opinions don’t carry as much weight as they used to.  Right now it is his opinion that matters to me the most. I like to think I have been good for him too and that we will continue to grow closer and share more of ourselves with each other.

TEARS

I have never as happy as I have been the last couple months

I know this is true because I cry often

I cry because something I read or see now gets through

The shell I used to have around me

Please love, I swear they are happy tears

Or at least tears of understanding

They are not tears of regret or anger

They maybe are tears of longing

Longing to hold your hand and tell you I love you

Right to your face

They might be tears of fear of losing you

Maybe tears of pleasure when I think about you

Yeah, they are definitely tears of pleasure

Once the orgasm is over and I’m coming down

As the tears flow down my face

It is your voice that soothes me

It is your voice that calms the flame you just helped ignite

I breath in deep and I breath out strong

I feel safe after I’m sated

And then the tears start

Sometimes just a trickle out of the corner

Or other times full on gushing, blubbering, ugly crying

But never tears of anger or regret

No my love only tears of peace

 

11-23-2025

 

The Darkness

I can still feel you on my skin hours after you’ve gone

Your scent lingers and envelopes me

I can feel your cock pounding into my cunt

And your fingers in my ass

The memory of you never fades fast

It’s a slow fade to black

The darkness overtakes me

And I have to claw my way to the light

Then suddenly an arm reaches into the dark

It glows faintly, or so faintly

I reach for it and miss and reach again

And our fingers intertwine

You pull be back, back to the light

Back where your scent still lingers

Back where I can feel you again

Back to where I belong

 

10-4-2025

Storm Climax  10-23-1991

Rain falls

My pulse rises

Pitter pat

Pitter pat

Lightning flashes

Thunder crashes

My body jumps

Minute shock

Minute shock

Tornado coming

Blowing wind

Blowing hard

Flood warning

Over the dam

Rush of wet

Rush of wet

Calm returns

The drizzle drips

Effort spent

Effort spent

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Friend Lover  10-8-1979

I need a friend

To hell with just lovers

Lovers come and go

They say all the right words

Wine you and dine you

And bed you down

Then put on their pants and go home

 

I love you

Please don’t let that get in the way of our friendship

I need you to be my friend

If you also happen to be my lover, fine

But first be my friend

Don’t be afraid of my love

I love many people

But few are true friends

I want you to be my lover, friend

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A couple of weeks ago I was looking for my HS yearbook in my storage locker and I came across a folder of poems I had written iwhen I was younger. I am going to post some so if you read my blog in the next few weeks please note the date attached to the poem and be forgiving. These were written by a young girl with a lot of hormones. Thanks

 

The First Time

 

It was beautiful, I think

It was easier that I expected

For the first time

His body was warm and heavy on mine

And I felt safe

But something was missing

Maybe a connection

We hardly knew each other

Softly and slowly he spoke to me

With words to supposedly turn me on

But they didn’t

They only made me uncomfortable

His hands slid down my back

The weight of his body disappeared

And at first I was confused

It was over

It all had happened in what seemed like only minutes

I was sure there was more to it

But there wasn’t

I think it was my fault

I expected too much

Then he got up to leave and didn’t say a word

He just left me there alone

In his bed

To tell the truth it wasn’t all that good

But it was the first time

And the rest have got to be better

5-14-1975

BDM

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The Game

 

He hits with the strength of a bull, so full of passion

He always wants to be on top

Commanding everything, running the show

On his face is an expression of mixed agony & ecstasy

As he knows he’s gonna score

The game comes to it’s climax as he hits home and sinks back

Feeling spent and exhausted

He awaits his next time up

Knowing that again he’ll make it home with one mighty blow

And with that thought a smile of satisfaction crosses his face

6-9-1975

RO

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I Try, But I Can’t

 

I try, but I can’t

I love you too much

But I don’t want you to know

So I try to keep it to myself

Once you find out I love you

You’ll hurt me, take advantage of me

And not care at all

You won’t love me back

So I try to hide my love

 

Whenever I see you

When I look at your face

My eyes travel down your body

Heat rises

And I want you

 

I’ve got to tell you

But I don’t want to blow this one

What if you turn away

And never see me again

Maybe you’ll be different

I hope so

I don’t need to get hurt again

But I want to tell you

I love you

Oh, you knew

4-28-77

VWD

 

When works at home he likes me on my knees next to his desk. He ignores me so sometimes I reach out and touch his leg. He immediately pulls me up by my arm and drapes me across his lap. He administer 5 swift hard smacks and then lowers me back down to the floor. Neither of us has spoken a word. Other times, like when he is on a conference call and dislikes one of the participants, he needs me naked and bent over his desk just out of camera range, so when he wants to say something he shouldn’t he can smack my ass in frustration. Or if he’s bored on the call he’ll run his hand up between my legs and play with my pussy. I love conference call days at home.

When he goes into the office he sometimes takes me with him. He likes me to sit in his guest chair while he works. I’m to cross and uncross my legs and fidget in the chair so my skirt rides up and when it reaches the tops of my thighs he says, “Pull it up farther and sink your fingers into your pussy and make yourself cum quietly but make sure I can hear you.” His eyes never leave his computer. As soon as I cum he points to the floor by his chair and says, “Crawl over here now.” When I reach the desk he moves his chair back and points under the desk, no words needed. I get under the desk and he pulls his chair in close. I watch has his hands unzip his pants and he pulls his cock out. “Open your mouth baby.” I open and start to suck his cock. He continues to work right up until he cums down my throat. “Swallow it all, every drop. There better not be any on the carpet” he hisses.

When he works late and calls me up to come down to the office I always know what he needs. I dress appropriately in sexy lingerie and my “hooker heels.” I use the special key card that brings the elevator right to his floor. I quietly saunter to his office and knock. He looks up and wiggles his finger at me. I open my coat to show him what I’m wearing. Then he’ll crook his finger beckoning me to walk over. When I get to his desk I drop the coat and slide between his chair and the desk. He’s pushed his computer to the side in preparation so he lifts me onto the desk. “Did you bring me dinner?” he asks. “I’m sorry I forgot” I reply innocently. “Then I guess I’ll have to go right to dessert.” he sighs. He pushes my knees apart and smiles. “Looks like you were prepared for this. Did you forget dinner on purpose?” He slides his finger through my crotchless panties, and puts it in his mouth. “Yum, I guess this will have to” After he’s feasted on my pussy he turns me around and fucks me hard. “This is your punishment for forgetting dinner” he says as he slammed into me. “Maybe next time you won’t forget” he says as he shoots cum all over my ass and back. I smile, knowing that I will always for get dinner.

 

I have been thinking about my husband a lot lately. It's been 6 yrs since we "lost" him to cancer and I realize I am still angry. It's not like I misplaced him, I didn't "lose" him, something insidious took him from me and my family. It crept in while we were living our lives. It camped on our doorstep like an unwelcome guest. It hid in the shadows waiting to pounce. It was relentless and fearsome. It took and it took and it took until there was nothing left. It made sure we felt every blow, every strike, every ringing bell. It drove people away and brought people to us. It made me face my own mortality and wonder how my time will end. It took my hope and my faith and my joy and replaced it with grief and sorrow. I wish I could say that someday I'll manage to put all the pain away in a little box and store it high up on shelf but I'm not sure I ever will, however I will eventually find a way to remember without so much anger.

He found me in a cage

One of my own making

I locked myself, my true self away

Years and years ago

Who knew he would hold the key

 

He opened the door of my cage

And reached in to take my hand

He helped me stand on my own 2 feet

And for the first time in a long time

I saw there was light beyond my door

 

He knew what I needed

Even before I did

And he never hesitated to give it to me

Painful truths and long hidden desires

Were brought to the surface.

 

He encouraged

He demanded

He persisted

He pulled back

He pushed forward

 

He made me think about things long hidden

The girl I used to be

The woman I wanted to be

He told me I just needed to be brave

He said he would help me

 

So I trusted him with my heart

My body, my soul

I told him my secrets

I gave him control

And prayed he was true

I push myself so hard trying to be what he wants me to be

Correction, what I want to be for him

I walk on the treadmill

I punish myself in the gym

I’ve learned to eat better

And I always drink all of my water

He helped set me on this path so I want to make him proud

 

When I leave the house I always wear dresses

Sans underwear of course

And at home, well no clothes required, at all

I’ve slept bare for the first time in many years

And I find that I like it

He wants my hair long

I’ve wanted that too, so long it will be

 

When I put on a collar

I thought I changed my behavior for him

He asked and I obeyed

He pushed and I conceded

He demanded and I submitted

He cajoled and surrendered

But as time’s gone on I realize, I changed for me

That's right baby, shove me to my knees

Slide your dick down my throat

Feel like you're in control, I know you need that

When you pound in and out, over my tongue

And shove it all the way to the back

You think my groan is in pain or fear

But it's not

And it's not really pleasure, at least not the pleasure you were hoping for

I'ts the pleasure I get knowing you're not in control

I'ts the pleasure I get knowing that I have this secret

 

I've learned exactly what do to when your dick's in my mouth

To make you weak while I make myself strong

Taking control and owning it makes me feel powerful

I've made you crave my mouth more than my pussy

The options in my mouth are many

The suck, the deep throat, the lick, oh how you love the lick

That long, slow, lazy lick right up to the tip

The suck on the head before I take you all the way down

Fuck I love how you pant hunting for that control

Fuck how I love when you groan when surrender to me