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Melted.

7 Jul

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Melted.

she caught my eye . she told me she never has an orgasm. A..B..C..D.. I never made it past H…My girl melted.

Photo shoot…

23 Feb

Photo shoot….

The Senses. (jumbled thoughts)

29 Apr

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You take my senses one by one.

You take my sight, all I see is darkness. This is not a scary darkness though. A darkness that welcomes me, the music of the night, the dance begins.

My sense of smell. Oh goodness the sense of smell. At any given moment You have me smelling the sexual aroma of my desire to serve. Toys. Yes toys. Not only do i feel full, and know my place when in public with theses toys (if people only knew),i also have this unbelievable sweet smell that makes me wild.

You take my voice…almost. As i always have 3 options. Yes Sir. No Sir. Safe word.

You calm my jitters. Bind my hands, control my movements.

It is when You are absent that i realize my senses are unusually heightened and unbearable to settle.

Perhaps i am starting to understand what makes the “good girl” tick.

So here i sit, my senses and me.

Reflecting on all that You have given to me.

my skin warms my soul.

my mouth becomes wet.

my breasts they fill and begin to ache.

my sex has become slick, wet with desire.

my body responds to all that You do.

Here i sit, my senses a direct reflection of my need to serve You.

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Digging deep

27 Apr

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What is it you are seeking? What do you need? What do you want? ….

Is it the wish to explore your inner slut? Do you wish to explore further in pain? How about your little side?

In digging down deep, which is not all that difficult i have decided that with me it depends on my day. Every day i want to serve, have purpose and explore my sexual desires…

my sexual desires….to be flogged, spanked, bound, played with gently and fucked hard.

Hmmm, my inner slut? Well, my deepest submissive desires that resonate in my toes and fill my entire being. The deep ache that comes from being controlled fully, that one. That desire to do good simply because i want to please You. That one. The feeling that serving You gives me, that one. The one where the end result has me spinning so fast and furious i can no longer form thoughts. That one. However, i am not fond at all of the word slut. In fact, in a way it makes my skin crawl.

Pain. That is tricky for me. Pain only exists in the beginning then i cross that threshold where it is pure adrenaline based hunger and need for more. Somewhere in between “no” and “ouch” there is an immense pleasure that is a feeling that is out of this world. The problem is getting passed the tears to that point. Letting go. Not being afraid. Trust. Break those walls down and send me to the moon and back.

ohhh to the moon and back, a beautiful Segway to my little side.

That is a tough one, or not so tough at all. i love all things little. i love my blankies, in fact to the point i brought my minnie mouse blanket to a baseball game on a cold rainy day recently. i love all things Disney. Okay, Disneyworld three times in one year? i love my flannel jammies, for my long hair to be brushed and played with..i love to be called Your good girl, i try not to be bratty, but need corrected if i am or else i think You are not paying attention. i am needy. i need to be spanked. i love the color pink. However, i just can not call You Daddy.

i want to be in a collar, at Your feet, coloring one minute, pleasuring You the next…

 

 

 

 

Dancing in my dreams

24 Apr

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The dreams dance on…

In the darkest of nights, He takes her,wakes her, He says you are mine.

In the brightest of days,the dream dances on…

she kneels,she begs,she just wants to belong.

In the car,in the home,at any given time,

The dream dances on.

Gently her toes come back to the ground,

she blushes and blinks,hoping no one is around.

For now she knows her dream stays in her head,and her toes on the ground.

Life. Dare to dream.

Wet Dreams

7 Feb

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she is lying on her stomach, restless in the sheets. she squirms in all the directions hoping for the slightest wrinkle to glide across her protruding clit. Before she knows it, she is raised to her knees,exposing herself in the most vulnerable positions.  fingers trace her swollen lips and are now glistening in her excitement. she begins to rock taking great relief in the invasion. Moans and sounds of pure pleasure escape her pillow,”CUM”. The sweet release of excitement from head to toe consumes her body. Hips wild, holes gaping, greedy for more. she settles in assuming that was it, not ungreatful,still wanting more however! Suddenly the fingers invade her sex again. Rough and fast, she wants to explode.” Get up now, to the toy box, your orgasms are for me and I want to watch”

Half alert, completely focused she places the dildo on the toy box and waits for instruction. Blushing and slightly uncomfortable, completely trusting though. Go on, you need to lower yourself down onto the cock. Slowly she does as instructed. So eager to please and desperate to cum. “Faster, when you are restless and can not sleep this is what your body craves, my release”

You.May.Cum.

Truth.

2 Jan

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The year is beginning. He has told her what to wear. her skin tingles to her bones. It has been some time. He greets her in the bathroom to check on her progress. He refers to her as stunning. her face reddened with desire and embarrassment as He turns her body to His view. Carefully He completes the laces tightening each one. His breath upon her neck brings tears to her eyes. He is making her whole again. He makes her feel loved. Cherished. her pale skin reflecting in the mirror catches her eye. He stops. Walks away.

In their room He has placed a mirror against the bed. He comes for her and orders her to kneel in front of the mirror. Silence fills the room. she is unsure of herself and her body. He gets behind her. Feeling His length against her she bites her lip. He runs His fingers through her long hair the pulls her tight against Him. Who do You belong to, He whispers. His deep yet quiet voice inspects her body as He repeats the question….

These breasts, these hips, this ass, that smile…..

He grazes her delicate folds between her legs. Awwe, pet…

It seems you have figured it out.

He traces her mouth with His finger,

Welcome Back, Happy New Year.