How can I submit to you?
When I do not know how.
I want to grab you by the throat.
Have you kneeled and bow.
I want to glide my nails across your skin.
I want to hold your cock in my hand.
The very same cock you want to put in.
I want to squeeze,
Till your eyes flutter.
Hard for you to breath and
You begin to shutter.
I want to stick my finger in your mouth.
Watch you suck,
Until I pull out.
When you come.
It is when I say.
That is why I cannot be submissive.
Not even for today.
Light touch
Parted thighs
Wet warmth
Greedy fingers
Deep dive
Spot tormented
Guttural moans
Internal cries
Involuntary
Uncontrollable
Tremors
Excuse me why do you have 2 straws,
And suck on them so intentionally?
That is two questions.
And who might you be?
Just a person walking by,
With a curiosity.
The action of a suction is to pull what wants to stay in forcefully.
Now the 2 straws are what I like to play with
I don’t understand.
Sit and I will explain this or go
And you will never know
(She sits)
The first straw is thick and long
and very strong
The second is petite and tight
and fits just right
I work on both
To get the reward
“Reward?”
The cream of course
Do you want to watch as I do this?
It’s a technique
Starts with a twirl
And ends with a kiss
“A kiss from a straw?”
Yes
She watched with intent
Every movement in aww
What I did with the little straw
Increase her breaths.
Pushing her breast against her bra
Then I move to the bigger
Taking it deep as I fed
Suck so hard
Going straight to my head
She watched my lips
My jaw
My throat
Then she heard it
The kiss I for told
I opened my mouth
Showing the creamy gold
She swallowed
As it slid down my throat
The trick is my dear, to get it down before it’s cold.
“Which straw did you prefer.”
I just looked and smiled, then said
“Does not matter.”
She glanced to the side and I knew he
Was watching.
Two curious pets, perfect timing.
Close the door
Don’t say a word
Too much clothes
That’s absurd
Take it off
Slow so I can watch
Then get on your hands and knees
Crawl over there, never walk
Do I want to spank
Not sure I’m feeling it
I do want a gag
So your spit can soak it
I don’t worship enough like I should
St Andrews cross is looking pretty good
Tie you in an X
Then decide what is next
I want you raw and trembling with need
Wetting the floor with your seed
Whap!
Oh that was my hand
On that plump ass
It was begging for it you understand?
Will tonight be the night I claim you for the world to see
Not yet, my pet
But I love it when you plead.
Now stand
Let me see what’s instore
Inpressive yes
But I want more
Your body is mine
There is no doute
What I want is in your mouth
Once you are bound
I’ll turn you upside down
And with a flick
I’ll raise your head just a bit
To the cross you see
I straddle your face
Enjoy the delicacy that is me
When I cum
And dripping down your face
What do I want you to say
“I will eat you every day”
Mistress!
Why do you stay in the shadows to watch me?
Is it bad that I want you there?
Or is it worse that I know what you see?
Why do you breathe so heavy?
Is it that you see my skin from the back?
Or is it the feet that attract?
Why is there a strangled moan?
Is it because I glide my fingers in?
Or is it because you want in?
There is only one way this will end.
Mine will be on my hand.
And yours will be on the floor.
Our secret
Have you ever been sexually Thirsty?
I mean dry.
So dry, that a breeze in the right spot,
Makes you hot.
Your mouth can not get enough moisture in it,
Thinking of what you want to put in it.
How about that knot that the goddess herself put there for pleasure
And still, all you feel is pressure.
Or how about that ache you feel at the tip?
She walks by and you want to be in it.
There have been songs and sonnets.
Describing this thirst.
Yet there is one thing to quench it,
Drench it,
Soak it,
Stroke it,
And you still cannot get a hold of it.
Have you ever been that thirsty?
Are you alone?
On this blank page.
White is as scary.
As black is a blade.
Put a letter.
Maybe two.
See what happens.
To inspire you.
There you go.
And It’s only a start.
Do you feel it?
That is your heart.
It’s getting easier now.
Don’t you think?
A moment ago,
Was just a blink.
Your muse is back.
It was gone for a minute.
I know you were scared.
Dive back into it.
Sometimes it is hard.
To start again.
A gift is not a gift.
If you do not share it my friend.
Where have my lovers gone?
The writers
The poets
Those who write songs,
Where can they be?
I crave them so desperately.
To bring the light into my dark reality.
To bring me warmth,
Only they know how to do.
To keep this red heart beating and not turn blue.
Come back to me.
I desperately cry.
Trickling tears,
Never to dry,
Where did you go?
It’s been so long.
I’ll sit here and wait.
For my lovers to come home.
(Are you there let me know. Fia xoxo)
An invisible line draws me to you.
Creating a need to be near you.
My lips want to feel your skin,
1 million nerves firing.
From the barest of touches,
Sending electric impulses,
Throughout your form.
Close your eyes and just feel.
A whispered kiss,
Under the ear.
On a pulse.
“Don’t touch me”
Relax.
As my lips stroll,
You are trying to control,
Your breaths.
As the path I follow,
Is met with a deep hollow.
A warm exhale enters the hole.
A Loud swallow,
as you barely hold control.
Continuing my journey.
I have a choice to make.
Should I build this pleasure,
Into an ache, that matches.
The pounding of a bass drum?
Or go on my way,
Till I make it to the point,
Where you are nothing more than,
A vibrating body of need.
‘Please’ you indicate,
With a rise and a roll,
From hips directing me
where to go.
Forward it is.
My lips you felt.
Moistened by the tongue.
And what you delt.
(I will end it here since this is going more into oral than stimulation of lips on skin)
I picked my poison.
I was lost in the amber liquid of your eyes.
Housed in a tempting presentation.
Topped with sultry words.
Two contradictory reactions occurred.
Simultaneously.
Lips above became dry.
Lips below became wet.
Yet nothing was done to appease.
The closer the temptation approached.
The desire illicit a want
To take you whole
Should I choose my end?
Or wait and pick another poison.
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