I Want You

I am still coming to terms with how much I want you.

Desire is building on both sides. You are going without for the next week, but at the same time, I'm going without hearing you. The sound of you gasping in my hear never fails to set my heart racing.

One week from today I get to meet you in person. And darling?

You are going to get fucked so hard.

You Came to Me From Nowhere (part 2)

You stand and, with a small smile on your face, you begin to remove your clothes. Your shirt comes off easily; your skirt falls to the floor. You hesitate slightly when you remove your bra, but that too joins the heap. Clad in only your knickers, you come up to me.

'I thought you might like to take them off.'

'Good thought,' I grin.

I pull you on to the bed and nuzzle your neck. Slowly working my way down. Your breasts falling prey to my teeth. I come to the hem of your knickers and pull them down with my teeth.

You are unselfconscious. Good. I gently spread your legs and taste you. Sweet and strong. You writhe under my attentions but I stop short of bringing you over the edge. I sit back for a moment. 'I want to watch you play with yourself.'

One hand moves to your nipple, squeezing it. The other goes straight between your legs. I watch you fuck your fingers. Your moans grow louder. Your body shudders and you shout. Quickly, I grab your hand from inside you and lick your fingers. 'Mmmmm. Very nice. I think you're ready to be fucked now, don't you?'

You Came to Me From Nowhere

I'd just been thinking of you the day before. And in came your message. Without precursor, without the merest hint.

Sitting on the bed, you come over to me. Without saying a word, you position yourself across my knee. Your skirt is hiked around your waist; knickers pulled down slightly. I don't need to ask what you've done. You've been a bad girl.

I rest my hand on your ass, rubbing it slightly. Getting you used to my touch. Slowly, I bring my hand up and swat you. You squirm slightly. Ha, if you squirm now, just wait. Again, I bring my hand down. Your ass is a little red now. Again. Again. You yelp!

I slip my hand between your legs. Mm, already moist. My finger slides inside you briefly and I bring it to my lips. 'Not bad, but you can do better.'

I strike your ass hard, the hardest yet. Another yelp. 'Hush.' You nod. I spank you again. Each stroke coming faster upon the last. Already your ass has several handprints on it. You begin to whimper. It drives me to spank you harder. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.

'Have you learned your lesson?' You nod again. 'Good. Now stand up and strip for me...'

The Opposite of Alchemy

You reduce me to my basest elements. Stripped of pretenses, masks, the words I hide myself behind.

I am as you see me. Tall, solid, warm. Let me surround you; you've left me incapable of anything else.

Was it Intentional, I Wonder?

I found your knickers in my bed. Lace and ribbon and satin. Found them under the sheets, brought out into the red light. When you took them off they were sopping. They're long dry now. Discarded in passion, found in tenderness. Wishing you were here to model them for me again. Wishing you were here for me to take them off you again...

Command Performance

Perform for me. I want to see your juices flowing. Watch your back arch with pleasure. Moaning, sighing. Our eyes catch. That wonderful moment that only happens in live performance. The one the drives you to greater heights. And when by your own hand you are spent, that is when I swoop in. Audience participation is always welcome. My voice in your ear, enveloping your perception. Cock deep in your ass. A most intimate performance. The show shifts. Beating a staccato in your flesh. A crescendo. A flourish. And then wait for the applause to cease.

Delicious Agony

I have never considered myself to be a sadist, but there are times I look at you and I want to hurt you.

Slowly.

A slight smack on the ass. Twisting your nipples between my fingers. Then moving into biting. Biting your neck, breasts, thighs, clit...

Bringing my hand down on your cunt. Against on your breasts. Over and again. Grabbing the crop and turning you over. You won't be able to sit tomorrow.

Pulling your head back by your hair. Seeing you fall deep into space. Knowing that this is our love. You enjoy this as much as I do.

Our barriers fall. The walls we're created around ourselves shatter. I am drawing out your pain. You don't need it anymore.