Living away from someone you care deeply for is a hard life.
Those times when all you want to do is curl up and hold the other close. Feel their breath on your face, their warm soft skin next to yours or just glance up into their eyes and see how they truely feel.
The sleepy caress of their body against yours as you lie together in bed. The way their breathing changes as they finally surrender to sleep and the softness that passes over their face.
Their hairbrush on your dresser, the little flecks of shaving foam in the sink when you step from the shower and know they are there under the same roof warms your heart.
Even their shoes carelessly kicked off by the door do not annoy you but make you smile when you remember their hasty arrival.
When they leave you walk around the house feeling lost.
The sofa still warm from their body, the mug left on the table still just warm from their drink.
The tiny whiskers left stray in the bathroom sink, stark in contrast against the white porcelain.
The messy bed, covers hanging off, the half drunk glass of water on the bedside cabinet.
It needs to be cleaned up and tidied but to do that would be to remove their presence....
You lay on the bed, breathing deeply their scent from the pillows and hold onto them just that little longer..
Sunday 16 January 2011
Saturday 15 January 2011
Rope 3
His soft hands dance across my body, my mind has slipped from my grasp and all I can do is register the sensations and ride the waves of pleasure he sends over me..
My arousal is so high I just submit to it and feel my body begin to convulse from my core as my juices spill forth. His hand begins to make its way inside me and I hear Him groan in pleasure as I gush hot all over Him. My mind is a mix of joy, pleasure, pain but most of all submission. I am overwhelmed by the need to give Him my body, to show my joy of Him and his actions.
I feel the damp heat from my arousal spreading out on the bed beneath me. No time to be ashamed and embarrassed by the actions of my body as He once more sends me into that divine state. I feel as if I am floating on the waves as they crash against the soft sand on a hot exotic beach. I have long since forgotten about the rope and as I twist in ecstasy the way the gently chaff against my skin reminds me of my overwhelming submission and restraint.
I feel His breath as he slowly makes his way up my body, the heat of Him getting closer and as I feel Him reach my face I force open my eyes...
We don't speak.
He reaches up and unties the bonds, slowly un-winding the rope from my skin, stroking the ridges it has left against my wrists. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to stay in that space of serenity as He releases me.
He begins to pull the rope away from me and in a reflex reaction I slip onto my side and grasp hold of it. He wraps me in his arms and holds me safe as I return to earth...
My arousal is so high I just submit to it and feel my body begin to convulse from my core as my juices spill forth. His hand begins to make its way inside me and I hear Him groan in pleasure as I gush hot all over Him. My mind is a mix of joy, pleasure, pain but most of all submission. I am overwhelmed by the need to give Him my body, to show my joy of Him and his actions.
I feel the damp heat from my arousal spreading out on the bed beneath me. No time to be ashamed and embarrassed by the actions of my body as He once more sends me into that divine state. I feel as if I am floating on the waves as they crash against the soft sand on a hot exotic beach. I have long since forgotten about the rope and as I twist in ecstasy the way the gently chaff against my skin reminds me of my overwhelming submission and restraint.
I feel His breath as he slowly makes his way up my body, the heat of Him getting closer and as I feel Him reach my face I force open my eyes...
We don't speak.
He reaches up and unties the bonds, slowly un-winding the rope from my skin, stroking the ridges it has left against my wrists. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to stay in that space of serenity as He releases me.
He begins to pull the rope away from me and in a reflex reaction I slip onto my side and grasp hold of it. He wraps me in his arms and holds me safe as I return to earth...
Rope 2
The rope has made its way around my body binding my arms and hands tightly together and drawing my ankles apart.
A very vulnerable, exposed position and one He knows will send me under even more.
I know He is still there, moving around the room, I want to see him, his masculinity and the reaction I know the rope will be having on Him also. Although I do not want to open my eyes, I know to do so would distract me from the other senses, the feel of the rope and the scent of arousal in the air. I struggle to formulate thoughts so give up, surrendering myself like a twig in a stream to the flow and ebb of the future.
I hear rattles, movements, feel my arousal grow and form inside me. I catch the scent of his deep manly musk in the air and know He too is aroused.
A new sensation, cool metallic runs across my skin.. I struggle to find that part of my brain still working .. and before I do I feel that cool metallic clamp hard against my nipple. Stealing my breath from my lungs. Before I can register the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure sending my receptors crazy a second follows it and sends a shudder through me.
The sharp pain of the clamps begins to ease to an almost comfortable squeeze, but He knows me and my body too well. He tugs sharply on the thin red string binding them together and forces me to arch my back in an exotic mixture of agony and arousal.
He continues to tease working his hand across my skin..as I slip deeper into an almost impenetrable state..
A very vulnerable, exposed position and one He knows will send me under even more.
I know He is still there, moving around the room, I want to see him, his masculinity and the reaction I know the rope will be having on Him also. Although I do not want to open my eyes, I know to do so would distract me from the other senses, the feel of the rope and the scent of arousal in the air. I struggle to formulate thoughts so give up, surrendering myself like a twig in a stream to the flow and ebb of the future.
I hear rattles, movements, feel my arousal grow and form inside me. I catch the scent of his deep manly musk in the air and know He too is aroused.
A new sensation, cool metallic runs across my skin.. I struggle to find that part of my brain still working .. and before I do I feel that cool metallic clamp hard against my nipple. Stealing my breath from my lungs. Before I can register the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure sending my receptors crazy a second follows it and sends a shudder through me.
The sharp pain of the clamps begins to ease to an almost comfortable squeeze, but He knows me and my body too well. He tugs sharply on the thin red string binding them together and forces me to arch my back in an exotic mixture of agony and arousal.
He continues to tease working his hand across my skin..as I slip deeper into an almost impenetrable state..
Rope 1
The beauty of the rope is something which never fails to amaze me. How such a gentle coil of a most unthreatening soul can develop into an amazing piece of artistry.
Lay me back on the bed, gather the rope and gently tease my skin with it and I begin to slip away, deep inside there is another me that only the delicious restraints of rope can ignite. The softness of it slowly making its way around my arms winding itself closer and closer to my wrists.. when it reaches my wrists my arms entwined in its beauty ..
A sudden jerk..
Such a sudden jolt runs through out my whole body, but it does not rouse me from my altered state it awakens a little more of my submissive soul. My wrists bonded together force my hands together in a paradoxical illusion of a prayer.. I hear you move and the rope grazes my cheek, forcing me lean against it in desire. I keep my eyes clamped tightly shut, the room is silent apart from your breathing and carefully orchestrated movements, I loose a little more of my outer being and slip into the soul.
You know the changes in me are beginning my body is softer, more pliable and that look of total serenity slides over me like a mask.
The rope continues along its journey around each ankle.. no longer do I fear my exposure I feel safe and secure, the bizzare security the sensation of rope against my skin evaporates the fears.
Lay me back on the bed, gather the rope and gently tease my skin with it and I begin to slip away, deep inside there is another me that only the delicious restraints of rope can ignite. The softness of it slowly making its way around my arms winding itself closer and closer to my wrists.. when it reaches my wrists my arms entwined in its beauty ..
A sudden jerk..
Such a sudden jolt runs through out my whole body, but it does not rouse me from my altered state it awakens a little more of my submissive soul. My wrists bonded together force my hands together in a paradoxical illusion of a prayer.. I hear you move and the rope grazes my cheek, forcing me lean against it in desire. I keep my eyes clamped tightly shut, the room is silent apart from your breathing and carefully orchestrated movements, I loose a little more of my outer being and slip into the soul.
You know the changes in me are beginning my body is softer, more pliable and that look of total serenity slides over me like a mask.
The rope continues along its journey around each ankle.. no longer do I fear my exposure I feel safe and secure, the bizzare security the sensation of rope against my skin evaporates the fears.
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