Reunited...
In the midst of the woes of real life, this came to me so I decided to share it. It goes out to RA who would have hated it but who I loved for the past 40 odd years and who I will continue to love for the rest of my life.
You stand nervously on the deck. Waiting. You know he is due any moment and you have given up pretending to do anything. You just want him to get here. You want him to take command once more; order you down, let you sink to where you can be consumed by the fire of his desire.
You want his marks; you need his marks. You are almost frantic in your need for him. You turn and look out to sea staring at the vista without really seeing it. Why is it taking him so long? Perhaps he has changed his mind? Perhaps he has found a better boy … younger maybe? Prettier? A feeling of dread creeps over you…
It is shortlived. The goose bumps on the back of your neck announce his arrival. Turning round you see him, tall, bronzed, your master. You are off the boat and in his arms in a heartbeat. He holds you tightly for a moment. No words are needed as he take possession of your lips; kissing you as if he’s found an oasis in the middle of the desert.
You melt in his arms, let him take control of you; offer it all up to him to do as he will. The smile in his eyes tells you all you need to know as he leads you inside.
You stand nervously on the deck. Waiting. You know he is due any moment and you have given up pretending to do anything. You just want him to get here. You want him to take command once more; order you down, let you sink to where you can be consumed by the fire of his desire.
You want his marks; you need his marks. You are almost frantic in your need for him. You turn and look out to sea staring at the vista without really seeing it. Why is it taking him so long? Perhaps he has changed his mind? Perhaps he has found a better boy … younger maybe? Prettier? A feeling of dread creeps over you…
It is shortlived. The goose bumps on the back of your neck announce his arrival. Turning round you see him, tall, bronzed, your master. You are off the boat and in his arms in a heartbeat. He holds you tightly for a moment. No words are needed as he take possession of your lips; kissing you as if he’s found an oasis in the middle of the desert.
You melt in his arms, let him take control of you; offer it all up to him to do as he will. The smile in his eyes tells you all you need to know as he leads you inside.