Denial

I crawled to your feet today.  You patted my head as if I were a child, and sent me away, with love and kindness. 

Cruel Master.  Denying me your touch. I ache with need for you, for someone, anyone.  Would you give me leave to sate my desire? Shall I chose someone else?  Or would you choose for me? 

Ohhh... someone new.  A new playmate, a toy, a new playground for me to explore!  Would you like to watch, my Beloved? Instruct me how to please our new companion? Would you like to see my mouth open to receive another?  Watch as I spread my cunt open for the eyes of another... the cock of another?  Would I make you proud?  Would your cock swell with pride, knowing how my tongue would feel sliding up the length of his cock?  Or would you rather see me with another woman?  Watch as I lick the wetness from her pussy, suck on her clit and bring her screaming to orgasm?  To spank her, at your command, knowing the sting so well myself?  Would you let me come at all that night, or would you deny me yet further?

Sometimes, while you play with me, making my body hum and vibrate and explode, I imagine someone watching us through the window slats. I love the thought of someone being turned on by how well you play my body; having them be so captive they just stand there watching as we make each other come. Would you  let them watch quietly?  Would you invite them in to have their way with me; your plaything on loan?  I am excited and terrified by that thought. 

But tonight, denied, with the wind howling outside, I retreat to solitary pursuits. 

The Weight

The weight of your body

I feel safe

and loved

Hold  me tighter

Fill me
Empty me

Never let me go
I am yours
Always.

First Touch

I love that first touch.  Cuddled together on the couch, safe in your arms, happy and content... until that first touch. That touch that is somehow so different from any other. Sometimes it's a direct touch; your hand gently brushes over my breast to show your intent; other times it is simply a change in the way you stroke my arm that whispers "sex."  My body responds to that touch so powerfully.  Last night, you made me come twice, just from that touch; teasing and stroking my nipples and breasts until I was gasping, moaning so loudly I fear I'll wake the household up. Twice, with not a single touch below the waist.  Then you invited me to the bedroom, where I started to get ready for you; but you growled "I can't wait" and grabbed me, held me down and took me so hard I saw stars. Almost twenty four hours later, I still see them.  I love you so completely, my Beloved.