“Bind my ankles with your white cotton rope so I cannot walk. Bind my wrists so I cannot push away. Place me on the bed and wrap your rope tighter around my skin so it riops my flesh. Now I know that strugle is useless, that I must lie here and submit to your mouth and tongue and teeth, your hands and words and whims. I exist only as your object. Exposed.” ~No clue :)
Not much to say in here today that can be formulated into cohesive thoughts. Just a generalized mood. It’s gettin’ late and Taylor is due home soon and I’ve spend most of my day missin’ him and longing for a vacation – just us, cool weather, a hot tub, a fireplace, changing trees around a dead for the season lake to stare out at, a full toybag and the space, time and motivation to put it to use. Days spent naked and kneeling and nuzzling. Nights spent… well… you get the picture.
How’d I get so needy lately?
I drink a lot of coffee, ride a motorcycle, have an 18 year old son and a decade long relationship that began in a chat room.
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