Needing to be held, to be touched, to be loved. To be spread and licked. And in that state of anticipation, to very soon be fucked.
Your master does what he needs;
His greatest need is needing you.
Your master does what he wants;
His greatest want is wanting you.
Your master does what he pleases;
His greatest pleasure is pleasing you.
Your master is love’s servant;
His greatest service is serving you.
A good master loves to hear
Your need and want and pleasure.
Hide nothing from him and have faith
That what he does is for your best.
Charm him with submissive voice
“Master, please forgive me.
Punish me as you see fit.
I get what I deserve.”
And surrender yourself fully:
“Whatever Master wants.”
Sometimes you like to fight if I try to lick you first thing in the morning. But the waves of pleasure from your pussy wash over and subdue you. I love to lick you into submission and then hear you moan my name as I make you come for me… and then again inside you, and then again.
When you’ve been waiting for this moment and it finally arrives. He has come to ravish you and you feel his thrust in one full movement. The intensity is more than you bargained for. You feel thoroughly taken. After all the waiting, the pleasure is so unexpected. You surrendered to him four and a half years ago and you surrender to him again as he fills you. That he is faithful and loves you above all else makes you know you made the right choice. And there is nothing and nobody you want more. He gives you what is his and he takes what is his and you are his.
(Photo by Konstantin Koy)
Our choices are a creative act. But the choice for her to lie nude on the bark of a fallen tree and be captured on camera at this angle and in this light is not the same as my choice to share this carefully selected pose to illustrate my meaning. Some choices take more effort.
Love is the choice which takes the greatest effort, so it is the highest choice. It is the easiest choice to make, to surrender, but do not take it lightly because it is also the hardest to fulfil. My choice is you. My love is a creative act.
She sleeps like a baby. Her hands behind her head, open and confident, safe with me. I pull aside the bedsheets and ravish her in her sleep, first with my tongue. Then after she comes I slide straight in holding her whole body tight and do her good. My precious baby, my one true love.