14 Hours

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I’ve posted one item about the weekend I missed writing about but I thought I’d share Mr. D’s thoughts from that weekend as well.  He wrote as I ran off to take care of my life that day.  As I was reading his words it brought back the intensity of that weekend and piqued a couple things I’d like to revisit in writing….fodder for the next couple days.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Intensity
 
Last night… in random order…
 
I take her and use her for my need
 
Releasing my charge onto her porcelain ass
 
I clean her and command her to roll over
 
Securing her wrists in rope shackles
 
I blindfold her and get out the new toy
 
The Violet Wand
 
I tease her everywhere
 
Using the wand to excite and stimulate her bits
 
Removing the blindfold she sees the violet light
 
The electrical discharge to her skin is mesmerizing
 
She makes gentle noises and I analyze
 
I shock her nipples and labia
 
Switching intensities and nearness to her skin
 
Giggles mingle with ahhhs
 
I cannot take it any longer…..
 
I drive deeply into her
 
Bound to the bed she tries to reach me
 
But cannot
 
My cock buried in her sex
 
I slowly and intensely drive it home
 
Sweating from the restraint
 
Lust and abandon in her eyes
 
Like a lifeline she clutches the rope
 
She fights the rope for freedom
 
The rope is a paradox she sees
 
Suffering and security
 
Submission and freedom….
 
Grunting we writhe
 
Bodies and passions intertwined
 
Kissing her hard and biting her lip
 
Claiming her as mine in word and deed
 
Fucking her body and mind
 
“I love fucking you Slut”
 
Blood engorged and rock hard I withdraw
 
She moans and bites her lip
 
I push back into her sex
 
She gasps anew and her eyes glow
 
“Daddy loves his slutty girl”
 
She is swollen from 2 days of sex
 
Lube helps but I am demanding of her
 
She rises to it, willingly giving me her body
 
She moans and gasps and grunts and ruts
 
She is in it to sate my desire and ride the wave
 
Passion exudes and sex, heady sex, fills the room
 
“Come in your slut, fill me Daddy” she begs
 
I laugh, loud and deep
 
“Oh. No Baby – Daddy isn’t done”
 
Her whimper is almost noiseless but I hear
 
She will be sore and feel us for days
 
Remembering me between her legs when she moves….
 
Sometime later, I command her to tell me what she wants
 
Unrelenting I thrust into her and she issues her desire
 
“Fill me Daddy, please, use me and fill me”
 
The intensity is overwhelming and I blast off
 
Filling her and crying out;
 
She is my muse; my loving slut
 
This morning….
 
My hand gripping her throat
 
We orally grope on the couch
 
I break to bite her neck below her ear
 
Then the base and her shoulder
 
I move to the front of her neck
 
Licking my way down from the chin
 
She gasps and tries to lower her head
 
Daddy is not having it
 
I gently and forcefully raise it
 
Continuing to assail her; again she gasps and clenches
 
I bite her and suckle her throat and she squirms
 
I am more intrigued and resolve to explore this later…
 
“On your back” I say
 
Then I dip my cock into her mouth
 
Nowhere to go – she takes it
 
Thrusting and gyrating I fuck her mouth
 
Holding it deep I feel her gag and shake
 
She is mine, the power is fascinating
 
But I relent and she catches her breath
 
I rise and kiss her hard
 
I grip the back of her neck
 
From the nape to the center of her soul
 
She gasps and her eyes half close
 
We are one in the inferno we created
 
Teasing, kissing, necking, and pinching
 
Alight with desire and lust
 
We separate and she departs…
 
I laugh, dark and sinister
 
She is mine for two more days
 
Already sore from lovemaking
 
I imagine the pleasure and pain she will endure
 
The intensity of my desire is white hot
 
My need for her, to satiate and mollify her, pushes me
 
I derive a sense of calm yet chaos in her presence
 
Intensity like I have never known before…. 
 
Amazing intensity.
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