Me oh my

Ferocious,  hungry. The only ways to describe your kisses. Feverish even. My lost passion is reignited by yours in a way I didn't expect.  The flames the were snuffed come back as slow burning embers, which are hotter than flames but take their time and are not as bright. I will service you well for lighting them. 

I'll take my time and work you up. You are ready, so ready. So hungry and yearning for me. Thats ok, I will take my time. Kissing and nipping down and around your body. Nuzzling and smelling your scent, your skin and hearing your reaction.  Finding where my kisses ignite your passion. I'll keep my arms around your waist and take my time appreciating your manhood. I'll have you begging for all my mouth on you, every nerve in anticipation in those sensitive areas. Then, I begin. The work up to this moment was worth it, as your nerves fire off and I stimulate them all at once. I surprise you by taking all of you into me at once . And I'll hold you there, for a few seconds. And till your gripping my hair and your breath is shallow. Then I'll return to that slow stimulation that leaves you on fire. 

After a while of this, you can't take it. You have to take me. So you position me how you'd like, and take my ass. Something I haven't had in years. My ass is so very tight and you take your time till I'm warmed up. Then you go to town. Hearing your moans as you take my ass and my singing I pleasure, so very hot. In the end, my ass was used and your balls drained. 

I can't stand it,

Being away from you. 

As my Sir, you guide me through what I'm to do. 

But here I sit, 

Waiting for you. 

Waiting for instructions, 

Like such a good girl. 

Finally!

A ding, your notification sound that I've been trained to. 

Unintentionally so though. 

I jump and read the message from my Master,

Oh how I've waited for you. 

And so we go back and forth,

The evening begins.

Now I know what to do. 

It comes in waves. 

For a few weeks , up to maybe a month, I'll be fine with just a small session or two a week. 

But then it'll hit. 

A wave of heat, rendering me damn near insatiable.  

I'll go again and again and again till my body is sore and I simply can't continue comfortably. 

 Despite this heat wave im rather picky about who pleases me during this time, mostly ends up being myself. I certainly have enough toys to ensure I'm used up. 

But something is lacking with myself. 

It's the skin to skin,

Sin on sin,

Flesh on flesh, 

Body on body,

Soup to soul. 

The difference of this and being  by oneself is astounding. 

It comes in waves, you see. Intense and rolling and crashing hard on the beach . And as waves do it recedes slowly only to hit again some other time.

Though, not just anyone can breed me, can fuck me. 

Has to be you. Specifically you, if I pick you during this time it's for a reason. If I ask you to breed me while I'm overcome by this wave, honor it. 

As you indulge in me during this heat wave, or even direct me in my self pleasure, savor it. Here I can be primal. Here I can show you my deepest wants and desires. Here I give you myself to some degree, and I need you. 

Please Sir....I just need to be bred. 

Please.... Sir.... I need you. 

As it tends to happen, after a good cuddle arousal occurs. What are we to do? We aren't in a position to take each other fully just yet. You keep saying you should probably go take care of yourself. Yet you won't leave my side, and I don't want you to go. I'm so receptive. So sensitive to your touches. But we can't. Not yet. So, I help you out. Instruct you on what to do and give your neck little kisses while I speak to you. It's so hot seeing your hips buck under your hand while I'm  barely stimulating you at all. Hearing your breath catch and feel you grip onto me while you have your load explode from your body. Uhg, it has me going. You clean up and I lay next to you, trying to calm my own desires.  It works, for a few minutes.  But eventually I must take of myself as well. I grab my favorite toy, and I'm so wet It slides right in. Fuck, you start stimulating my breast and wrap a hand gently around my throat. I'm barely able to control my noise levels, everyone will hear me..... fuck I was so worked up! 

After a short few minutes I finish, a little messy but that's ok. You help me clean myself up and we go back to cuddling . A good ending, though I'm ready for more.... 

And so it starts. A hug turns into a long hug. The long hug to cuddles. The cuddles, touches. As I become receptive to those touches,  you notice. Subtly, your body responds. Message received! Slowly but surely,  we melt into rhythm.  Intertwined and matching in time. Responding accordingly to each other we find ourselves entangled. Such is good love. 

There is a difference,  between breeding and creampies. To me at least, in my eyes. 

To be bred, to be taken and know your owned. 

To be creampied, to be filled.

To be bred.... 

Pull my hair and draw me close.

Let me know your close and that I will be bred, I'm your little breeding bitch.  

Fill me up and don't stop . 

Grip me tightly and don't let go till your done. 

Hold me in place and keep me there till your satisfied.  

Let me know how I was such a good girl taking all of you. 

Not done with me? Let's go again then.... 

I'm yours now, your mine now, we are bonded to some degree now. 

You not only filled me up, but took me. Bred me. Made me yours. 

Uhg, I want to be bred. 

Breed me....

I won't always obey you, if im telling the truth. The right chord must be struck, and the notes played in a specific order. 

But, god damn. Once you get it right. I will melt for you, and it'll be a sticky sweet ride.  

Kiss me on the couch, and tell me what to do. 

kiss me on the couch, and let me pleasure you. 

Stare me down while i do some trivial chore,

make sure i know who's lovin who. 

Let me loose to have fun, running around the yard. Explore the woods and get all dirty.  Call me back when i go to far, or you just want me back around.

I'll give you my all, Sir, if you know i can't thrive truly bound.  Im no free soul, i love being told what to do. But some things just can't be left for you. 

Hold me close, i want to feel the rumble in your chest when i please you. Be vocal,  tell me im a good girl when i do something you enjoy. 

Turn me 'round and hold me down, I'll sing a pretty tune for you. 

My partner,  my love, or simply my friend,  there is music to be heard. 

So play those notes again. 

I used to enjoy it, indulging myself in you. 

We used to have fun, no matter what we'd do. 

But fun turned to fear. 

your touch was still electrifying, but it wasn't excitement you ignited.  

Ruined, for years. 

Ruined my satin blindfold, 

you left me blinded by light. 

To adjust was to heal, 

and I healed alright. 

Im sure of myself now,

the steps i take. 

The fear will always linger, 

but now my blindfold's off.