I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
'I want to fucking tear you apart'
I finally recovered from the drop following my weekend with Sir enough to write about it. In short - it was perfect.
As some of you may already know, Sir is a rigger and rope I'd say is his primary kink so it's incorporated into most aspects of our play. Whether it's primal play, intricately planned scenes, or simple bondage for impact play, rope is usually involved. I've grown to crave the feel of rope against my skin and I use the time Sir spends tying me to get into the right headspace for whatever type of scene that is about to unfold. I've become quite the rope bunny.
Being the inquisitive and analytical mind that he is, Sir has a constant thirst for learning. He's always seeking to learn more and expand his ever-growing closet of rope tricks. Being the masochistic and temerarious person that I am, I have a reckless desire to try the more extreme variations of rope play. So suspension is something that calls out to both of our personalities. We've played with suspension already, but we've to wanted to 'take it to the next level' so to speak. So on Saturday, Sir took me to an advanced rope/suspension class. Hence the gnarly rope burns on my sides in the picture above. The instructor walked us through a couple different rope scenes (a full suspension cartwheel and another full suspension flip/turn/upside down/rotate around thing). I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was intense and it pushed all kinds of limits. But I completed both suspension scenes and Sir spent the rest of the weekend telling me how well I did, which made me feel like a rock star. I was also very very proud to be his during that class. He was clearly the lead pupil and more advanced rigger. His questions were direct and well-timed and he took the instruction and lessons and utilized them like a pro. If I wasn't so busy feeling like I was dying in the moment I would have been sure to tell him that haha.
Saturday evening was relaxing time. The endorphin drop after suspension scenes is real and I needed a nap. So Sir allowed me to sleep while he worked on some school work and then we cuddled, played, and watched tv the rest of the evening. It was really nice down-time that we both really needed after a long week.
Then on Sunday, we turned into ravenous fiends. I'm not sure if Sir was feeling Wolfie and his primal behavior made my body respond accordingly, or if I was reeking of desperate need and it made Sir's Wolf come out but either way we were both insatiable. After hours and hours of playtime and countless orgasms, Sir leaned me back against the shower wall and told me to pick where I wanted my final mark for the weekend. I nervously pointed at a spot about halfway up my inner thigh. He bent down and began rubbing and massaging all of my favorite places until I was squirming beneath his fingertips. When I was panting and needy, just the way he likes me, he sank his teeth into my thigh while he continued to work my body until I half moaned and half cried out my plea for permission to cum. He granted and I came undone. Normally, he'd release his bite when he got the response he wanted, but not this time. This time he bit harder and deeper until my moans melted into heaving sobs. He leaned back to admire his handy work for just a moment and then he stood and held me beneath the warm water and rubbed my back until I returned to reality.
As every weekend ends, I ripped my heart out of my chest and put it in his pocket for safekeeping before I reluctantly walked away from him once again to catch my flight.
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