10 Minutes

All I want right now is 10 minutes with him.  Okay, actually I want a full evening session of bondage, rope, spankings, dominance and the whole variety of things he’s shown me a hankering for but I’ll take 10 minutes.  Actually, scratch that.  I just want him.  Nothing fancy, nothing extra, just him naked…me naked…and friction.  That’s all I’m asking!  That’s all I want!

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled broadcast. 🙂

Talk to Me

Talk to Me

Your words fill my mind

The tone strikes a chord

Inside me as I squirm

And my body responds

Your lush baritone

My intoxication

Your insights strum

The music of my passion

My submission is touched

By the sounds

Of your intensity

And your domination


“Take Me To Church”

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

‘We were born sick, ‘ you heard them say it

My Church offers no absolutes
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you—

I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am Human
Only then I am Clean
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Something about this song strikes a chord with me. My choice is to worship at the shrine of his need. Nothing fulfills the soul more than a deep, raw, visceral connection with your One. Religion pales, work pales, the passion that ignites between us makes the whole damned world recede. Nothing more to distract, nothing left to separate his skin from my touch.


Rambling Again

Lust, desire unabated
Longing coursing through me
Staunchly checked
Biding time until she is with me
Biting my tongue
Never pressuring her for time
Constrained is her world
Time is limited
Responsibilities demanding
I am her down time
Her solace and respite
I miss her presence
I want her laughter; her light
I find things to occupy me
Yet always the onus is on her
But I defer
No pressure, never that
In her time
I look at her pictures
I read her words
I close my eyes and taste her
I sense her touch with my mind
And wait…
It is always the same when she comes to me
She appears and within minutes I take her
Claiming her mine and marking her
Ensuring my scent is on her
Only then am I able to escape the longing and need
I drink deeply from her and am refreshed
I am dehydrated, parched, or desperately thirsty
Quench me Lover, please

Crazed and Confused

Here is a poem I received from Mr. D while I was away at Burning Man.  As soon as I hit the pavement, leaving the dust behind, I found these words waiting for me.  I love his thoughts of us.  I loved feeling him across the miles.  It was a very long fevered drive home but I finally was able to be in his arms again.
I sit here contemplating us
A cold beverage a smoky cigar
Need and desire unwavering
I think of you 
I am heartened that I have you
Crazed that you are away
Awaiting your return
I think of you
Looking through the smoke
 Feeling the sun on my skin
A lover’s caress
I think of you
 Tasting the alcohol on my lips
I am parched
Only you can quench my thirst
I think of you
I am filled with desire
Wanting your lips
Needing your touch
I think of you
I am crazed and confused
Needing your presence
Wanting your light
I think of you…
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The Darkness

boris_vallejoLast night, yes, last night again.

Last night we talked about duality.  MrD mentioned that he feels a duality towards me and I realized he had put into words something that had been on the edges of my mind.  He said that sometimes he wants to hold me and love me and protect me but other times he just wants to take what he wants without asking or caring what I want.  I have a similar duality.  I love how I feel in his arms and how I love him but I also want to be debased by him, be his little slut who will do anything to please.

During our play last night, MrD got very rough.  We had already had sex earlier, already felt the tiredness in our bones. Once he started and I knew where he was going, I ached for it.  The harder and rougher he got the more I craved.  I wanted everything he gave.

Once he was inside me he began to slap my breasts.  He made me hold them up so that they were towering between us. I am a big girl, so I am amply proportioned there.  He placed my hands on each side of my breasts pushing them up and together so that they were presented to him.  He slapped one and then the other.  As soon as he heard my gasps of pain he would thrust deep inside me.  The pain and the pleasure spiraled within me and I couldn’t stop the gasping and crying out with each slap and thrust combination.

He told me while he was deep inside me that I was his, I was his slut, his girl, that I was only for him.  I could see the sadism darkening his eyes and I was entranced by it.  I swear, in that moment, I was under a spell.  The pain was pushing me forward, pushing me to want to be every dirty thing he wanted of me.  I had no sense of fear, all I felt in that moment was need to be what he desired, to be that slut that would take it all and do whatever he asked.Boris-Vallejo-001422

His fire and his base need to abuse me threw me into a whirlwind of shocking pleasure.  I was incinerated by his thrusts deeper and harder even as the pain in my breasts pulled the gasps from me ever more frequently.  I met his thrusts with my hips and moved with him.  His growl penetrated the sensations, “Good girl, ride your Daddy.”

As our thrusts got more and more fervent, he asked me what I wanted.  I was surprised at my answer, “You know what I want.”  Honestly, in that moment I felt so completely overtaken by the thrusting that I couldn’t put a thought together to speak.  But Daddy was in charge and wouldn’t put up with that.  He said, “No, what do you want?”

I groaned and finally found the words, “Come on me Daddy, I want you to come on me!”

A few thrusts later he pulled out and covered my belly with his fluids.  I reached down and rubbed them into my belly, my skin.  It felt like my reward, my gift for accepting all the intensity of the moments before.

I am his desire and I will submit to his every whim.  I wish to ride the waves of his duality and find mine matching it each step of the way.  From the beast to the man, I will be his muse, his girl, his slut until he tells me otherwise.