. . . :Little One's needs are growing: . . .
My need to punish.
Maybe I'm not a sadist, I always thought.
I know I'm a dominant and a top, not quite a masochist
but a true sadist in the "your screams make me cream my thong" kind of way.
This is going to be sexy now.
So hold on.
Something's coming uncorked
and dammit if the energy in the air isn't palpable.
I suppose it seduces us all, the crack and the whir and the gasp,
but I'm not going to be blase, I'm going to dine out on my naivete
in the sense that i've really discovered how deep is my need
shhh! do you hear that sound?
laughter and low tones echo in the silence
i'm just sitting across the room
my breathing gets shallow too
but I must maintain control
Caught up in heat generated by the synergy
the endorphins and the blush and blood rush
I feel an urge to break a sweat
Part emotional acuity
force of repressed desire
hungry, greedy, hidden needs
exchange
- here.
Releasing upon impact
of leather on flesh.
Breathing in
Breathing out
Together, with measured stroke
Till you peak on your sizzling synapses.
When the blindfold comes off,
your eyes are newborn to the world.
(but you knew that, didn't you?)
