Passin' thoughts

Ever watch a movie or tv show and see a person or character that reminds you of someone you know? Like, a someone that you had a VERY close connection to. Like your souls knew each other before either of you knew of the other one. When you see that character or actor, it triggers a feeling like no other; your chest heats up, your breath quickens, and ya gotta bite your lip or something is going to escape that would be totally NSFW. It’s an amazing feeling. Well when that person is someone you no longer talk to or see because of certain reasons its hard to watch that tv show or movie.

I’ll explain; nine years ago, I had a customer walk into my store, and we hit it off talking about cars. That turned into him coming in just to hang out and talk when I put up stock. Then he decided to get a part time job at my store. This turned into us working about three nights together closing. We became close friends; when we worked side by side it was like water' wed ebbed and flowed without a single ripple or wave. We were so fluid around each other that we never got in the way of the other. We could work together to get stuff done and never really say what was needed. We just knew. I was the brains and he was the brawn.

Let me tell you about him. 😉 He’s six foot five, short blonde hair, long enough to run fingers through. Broad shoulders, nice v-shaped solid back. He’s athletic but doesn’t work out all the time. He is a maintenance mechanic for the local golf course and helps his dad run their hvac business, so he gets enough physical activity. Blue eyes, wide grin when he is being devious, thick, luscious lips that I would love to drown in. Long arms that wrap around my shoulders when he stood behind me. I am 5’2 so I am perfect height for him to rest his chin on the top of my head. Ugh, memories…. And those hands…. mmmm, I love a man with rough, hard worked hands. It shows that he’s not afraid of laborious work, not a softy either. His hands were big; big enough to completely envelope mine in. They are my weakness, just the thought of them- is it hot in here???

Here is where the actor/character comes in. Tom Hardy. Most women know that name from one movie or another. But for me it is just his looks. I see those lips and that skaggy short goatee, and all the above happen. Its bittersweet because three years ago we stopped talking and communicating all together. I’m clarisenitive and having such a strong connection to him, it still lingers around. I feel things and know they’re of him. I had a dream one-night outta the blue and he was in it. Pictures, movies, or even the name provoke thought and emotions I’d rather keep buried.  

What started all this was me surfing around on Hulu and found Taboo; was totally unaware Tom Hardy was in it; and his voice with that accent. Gurl! Lettma tell ya!!    So if you’ve read this far, is there a person that brings back memories of times when life was a bit sweeter, or rather sinful?? I’d love to hear. Love to all!!  

The room had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city; below the lights twinkled like stars. Facing the large window was a loveseat; backed to it a solid oak writing desk.  He stood beside the queen bed facing the bathroom. The décor in the room was sublet, solid colors of gray, silver, and dark blue with matching bedding. The bathroom had a large soaker tub and walk in shower, double vanity and water closet. Again, simple furnishings and the usual bathroom amenities found near the back of the sinks. She stood at the large round lit mirror, smoothed out her dress and tussled her dark curls one last time. Excitement washed over her as she came to the realization that this was going to happen. It had been a long time of phone conversations and emails back and forth to get to know one another. With each email or test she grew more and more excited, he was becoming what she was dreaming of. Once, on a quiet crisp fall day, they had met at the park for coffee; they had a great time talking and laughing and teasing one another; they knew they needed each other. It had been six months since that day and now it was time to pick up where they left off and start a new chapter.

She walked towards the bathroom door, pushing a back onto her Onyx stud earrings he had sent for her to wear on their special day, as well as the dress and heels. He had chosen her entire outfit. The dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the heels felt like a comfortable pair of slippers, the jewelry sparked like ice in the bathroom lighting. She stopped one step from the open door, the look on his face was excitement, but something else hid just below his dark features.

He‘d have fell to his knees and let her take him there, he’d drink every inch of her; but he had to be stern and not show that she was his weakness. His hands were behind his back holding the scarlet rope he'd bought as a gift, her favorite color. He had given her instructions the week prior and a set of strict rules she was to follow. He knew she wouldn’t be able to adhere to them all but she loved a challenge.

“My darling come here.” he commanded.

She walked slowly over and stopped just a few inches from him. His cologne floated over her senses and sent a shiver through her body.

“My love, I gave you a set of rules to follow and something tells me you did not follow them. Mind telling me which one you broke? I will not ask twice.” He said.

She bit her lip and dropped her eyes to the floor and laced her fingers in front of her. He placed a finger on her chin and tilted her head back up to look at him. He raised his dark eye brows.

“Sir, you must understand I tried to follow all the rules but they were so strict and I was very worried I would not be able to follow them all.” She started. “I was doing well until Thursday….” She trailed off.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I had just woken up, gotten out of bed to make me some coffee; I made it and got back in bed to relax a little. I was thinking about you and missing you terribly, so I looked at your pictures.  It made me happy but missing you even more; so I read your emails. That only made me want you more, I turned off my phone and finished my coffee and rolled over to doze a bit. My mind wondered to you and your touch, your words in my ear, soft whispers. It . . . it was like you were there in bed with me. My body started to ache, my back arched like a cat in heat. I could feel a throbbing; I was so wet, just wanting you, the thought of you touching me. I ran my hands over my thighs and up my stomach; my nipples were so hard under my shirt. Oh, sir I swear I could feel you. Next thing I know I… I’m playing with myself.”

She ran her fingers up and down the sides of his opened button up shirt, looking so sweet and innocent. Hoping he won’t go too hard on her. He gripped the rope tighter trying not to take her right then and there. His mouth watering at every detail she spoke.

“Sir, that’s all I did, no toys, I didn’t cum, I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t. I knew you would be disappointed in me, I’m sorry sir.” She dropped her hands to her sides and waited for his response.

“My love, I know it was hard but that is what this is all about. You did very well for your first time. Understand there are punishments that go with breaking rules. I cannot let this slide; it would show weakness and I cannot allow that. I’ll go easy, this time.” He pulled his hands in front and looked down at the rope. “Do you trust me?” He asked

“Completely, without question Sir.” She answered.

He grinned wide hearing her say those words. This was the start to a beautiful relationship that he needed as much as she did. Without hesitation she held her wrist out palms facing up. Such delicate, thin wrist, pale beautiful, he leaned down and softly kissed them. Took the rope in one hand and began wrapping it around, switching between each with every wrap. He tied it off and sat down on the foot of one of the queen beds, padded his knee and she walked over, stood in between his knees as he slid his hand up her thighs under her dress pushing it up as he went. Never breaking eye contact he searched for the lace thong he had her wear and pulled it down, dropping it to her ankles. She turned to her right slightly and he helped bend her over his left knee so she was stretched out over him.

“Do you prefer my hand or a paddle?” he questioned.

“Your choice Sir.”

He grinned with excitement knowing she was soon to be his and his alone. He ran his fingertips softly up the back of her thighs as she twitched uncontrollably. He grabbed an ample check with the left hand and rose quickly with his right and came down with a hard smack. She felt the sting immediately but made no sound of resistance; this was all she ever wanted, and he was everything to her. She was his world and he would protect it like a wild beast.   

*I have an undying love for writing; it is my passion, my outlet, my refuge. Be kind and enjoy; feedback welcome as long as it is constructive. Would like to find someone to bounce ideas off of that have this same taste/style of writing; pretty sure there is no shortage of ppl on here who write like I do. Love and crazy sex!!