Tag Archive: Dominance


Him….(again.)

You are the addictive candle that graces my skin in the dark, each of your words have the power to caress or to burn, both ways mark me more powerfully than any touch ever could. 

Those that say words have no power? 

Will never understand….

“kitten.” You say. And I am here. Watching. Waiting. 

40….

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Assume position….

Baby come closer
his words with a growl,
His eyes shining brightly
his thoughts on the prowl,
He looks at the floor
and I drop to my knees,
My only desire
is that I aim please,
What’s this? he says
hand slides up my thigh,
And I can’t help the gasp escape
a soft sounding sigh,
His hand he with drawers
fingers lift my chin,
Eyes deep into mine
probing my essence within,
He stands silent with such power
says on your knees follow me,
Tonight we will explore
your innabitions set free,
I want to see you unbridled
your passions raw,
Baby I want you on a level
you’ve not known before,
He stops and turns and waits watching
at the door,
As on hands and knees I comply
crawl across the floor,
Stand he says fingers the chain
around my neck,
Anticipation makes me
my emotions a wreck,
Mine he says
fingers slide down my skin,
The slow burn erupts
a conflagration within,
He pushes pins me hard
up against the wall,
He becomes my oxygen my breath
as I slide lose it all,
Down the hall to his room
know just what to do,
Assume position on knees eyes closed
wrists lifted ready for cuffs from you….

.x.

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