Eyes closed. Be at your naughtiest. Show me how you fingerfuck. I wonder what you’re thinking of. Seeing your fingertip dip into honey. Seeing you spread it over and around. Watch you throb and sigh. Wanting you. Utterly wanting you.
Listen as my zip unpicks. Pick up on the detail of my boxer buttons being undone. Catch the sigh in the darkness that means my hand is teasing. Watching you. watching that you don’t open your eyes. watching you fuck lust get furious.
Daring at your hand reaches to tease naughtier places. Is this how you play? is this what you do when you think of me? Can you hear me playing for you, over you? Back and forth, back and forth. Seeing the pretty kitten blushing and lustrous and utterly wanton.
Do you know i’ve moved closer? is that the reason behind your more extravagant moans? I’m holding off. Trying to. Judging your actions, the constant curves of your body as your being is rocked by wave after wave after wave.
I wonder how you will react when I cum for you? When I cum all over you. My cock mere inches from your cunt and your fingers. As you feel me cover you with my hot sticky sex. I want to watch you rub it in, as your brand new honey. push it inside you, around in those circles that tease.
I want to still be spunking when the moment shakes you. When you become ever more lost in the darkness, shaking in violent spikes. To hear your soft voice scream out as if to find me. The suited gentleman in the somewhere, teasing as he watches you sin.
People hear D/s, BDSM, Master and slave, Dom and sub…and they think brutal beatings, chains, whips…
Don’t they also know it is this?
The look of pride he has on his face, looking down on the possession he holds most dearly, most treasured and in the highest regard.
And the look of pure adoration on hers, the peace and comfort she gets from kneeling at his feet.
D/s is both hard and soft, painful and soothing, happy and sad, fearful and comforting, loving and hateful…that’s what makes it so wonderful.
