Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.
Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple? You want to feel that collar don't you?
Yes. That is a pretty big hole inside lately.
Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?
Yes, a little.
It's just not wanting to do, it's that need. To be what is needed.
It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it. Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.
Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...
Aria stole a peek with one eye. Shoes. He was still there... waiting. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt at his feet. He hadn't said a word. He was just waiting, but he knew once she gained the courage to look into his eyes, she was his. For now, she could have her little streak of defiance, keeping her eyes squeezed shut, head bowed. She would look, sooner or later, she always did, and he was patient. Like many times before, she would turn her face to him, glancing at his face, his mouth, before finally settling her gaze on his eyes, and there she would stay... trapped. The courage would drain from her eyes to be replaced with a sweet simple pleading. A look he fed off of and would use to take her body to places she fantasized about in the deep dark recesses of her brain. He held her enthralled. Each blink of his eyes causing a momentary pause her life, like a little death, to be returned once those eyes held her again.
claw your way in.
taste the sin of my desire for you.
rip apart the whole, discover my soul,
and feast your eyes on a heart that is true.
blood, sweat, and tears...
have been yours for years.
body, mind, and soul...
lost to your control.