Tonight, I am yours. I am your toy, your plaything. You know that I feel greedy. You know that I want to be used and used and fucked until I cry and ask you to stop. However, I know that you're not going to be the only one who uses me.
Just tell me to lie back and take it. Tell me that you know that this is exactly what I want, what I've begged you to give me. Baby, look me in the eye and tell me that you'll watch me as I'm being used. Tell me that that doesn't make me dirty, but perfect for those you've chosen who want me.
Walk away from me, move into the place you've chosen. Watch me dip my back, raise my hips to take the first man who places his cock into me. I love you watching me being used, fucked, and oh, baby, I love knowing that you enjoy watching this. You're not at all jealous because you know that you've arranged this whole evening for your enjoyment.
I feel him run in and out of me, his cock, his desire to lie his body over me. I love letting him know, if only for that moment, that I am his (under you). I want him to push himself deeper and deeper into me. I want his cock until I feel split open, until he hits my cervix, while you watch this. He's going to make me come. I focus my eyes on yours until you move closer. Oh, honey, please, let me come - let him come in me. I know what you'll say.
"Baby, let him. I love you. And I will always be the last person who fucks you. Are you ready for another?"
4.4.09
3.4.09
Knife
This is an incomplete thought, brought about by reading the case of People v. Jovanovic.
I've been thinking about the nature of my Him's and my relationship. The general theme is psychological control more than physical restraints, not that I'm against the physicality, clearly.
Tonight, I dream of my Him telling me to stay still - very still. I want him to take out one of his chef's knives and run it lightly over my body. I want my Him to start at my throat, and run the knife slowly down my body. I want it near my nipples, circling them, as I watch the intensity in his eyes. I want to feel the real fear of his control, without anything bodily holding me in place.
Knowing that any motion on my part could bring me real harm makes it almost impossible for me not to squirm, yet I know that I have to control myself, stay still, concentrate on my Him and not on myself.
Like I said, an incomplete thought, yet something I'll spend the weekend developing.
I've been thinking about the nature of my Him's and my relationship. The general theme is psychological control more than physical restraints, not that I'm against the physicality, clearly.
Tonight, I dream of my Him telling me to stay still - very still. I want him to take out one of his chef's knives and run it lightly over my body. I want my Him to start at my throat, and run the knife slowly down my body. I want it near my nipples, circling them, as I watch the intensity in his eyes. I want to feel the real fear of his control, without anything bodily holding me in place.
Knowing that any motion on my part could bring me real harm makes it almost impossible for me not to squirm, yet I know that I have to control myself, stay still, concentrate on my Him and not on myself.
Like I said, an incomplete thought, yet something I'll spend the weekend developing.
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