On a bed of nails she makes me wait.
It's been a very long time since I posted something of this accord.
Masked with intention, she draws me near. A simple kiss. Then tying of the wrists. As she puts me under her power. “Lay back.” she says. She pushes my chest softly guiding. I lick parched lips and feel the heat from my body rising. I am hers to command. I am wanting to beg. A tease, a tickle, a simple touch. What will my lover offer? Tingles grow like prickling spines up my back and down my thighs. Oh take me inside, the drawbridge awaits the kings arrival. Open unto me, burry me deep inside. A cocooning protection, she bids me wait. And I lie there in the cool air and anticipate. Kneeling, lips touching thigh. Teeth nipping skin, causing a bruise and stifled sigh. Tongue finding hardened flesh, flicking, tasting , savoring a drop of glistening sun. Lips pressed firmly around a flex, as hands tighten in binds to take laces of hair that are missed. To thread them in fingers that typically hold them in times such as this. She teases for longer and throats deep inside. Then before it is over tells me to roll on my side and then to my back, my curiosities pique. She tells me I’m bad as softly do I hear her speak. Biting once more and giving a slap. The sting pierces my senses and my body tenses and then falls to elapse. Aroused... as I feel....... My Punishment…..
Masked with intention, she draws me near. A simple kiss. Then tying of the wrists. As she puts me under her power. “Lay back.” she says. She pushes my chest softly guiding. I lick parched lips and feel the heat from my body rising. I am hers to command. I am wanting to beg. A tease, a tickle, a simple touch. What will my lover offer? Tingles grow like prickling spines up my back and down my thighs. Oh take me inside, the drawbridge awaits the kings arrival. Open unto me, burry me deep inside. A cocooning protection, she bids me wait. And I lie there in the cool air and anticipate. Kneeling, lips touching thigh. Teeth nipping skin, causing a bruise and stifled sigh. Tongue finding hardened flesh, flicking, tasting , savoring a drop of glistening sun. Lips pressed firmly around a flex, as hands tighten in binds to take laces of hair that are missed. To thread them in fingers that typically hold them in times such as this. She teases for longer and throats deep inside. Then before it is over tells me to roll on my side and then to my back, my curiosities pique. She tells me I’m bad as softly do I hear her speak. Biting once more and giving a slap. The sting pierces my senses and my body tenses and then falls to elapse. Aroused... as I feel....... My Punishment…..