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It was a fun impromptu spanking on Saturday. Shame he had nothing more to offer... |
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There are far too many bearded men on here for a pogonophobic to cope with |
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It's been ages since I played with anyone and it feels like a lifetime ago since I stopped because I needed to make some major life changes and get things under control. But I feel like the living dead. I do all the usual things but I am numb without those thrills that gave me joy. The men who ask me on dates in real life all leave me cold. They are too old, too young, too selfish and set in their ways. Too normal! |
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I love you with all my hate
Using others when I can't possess you
Self condemned in a lustful prison
You weaken me and leave me powerless
I have made you my unwilling Master
As you look the other way
I destroy those who dare to love me
Because I can't have you |
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Snake Man
As the door locks shut
You shed your human skin
Frustrated coils expectant on the floor
Deft hands join with rope
Smoothly unravelling
With serpentine speed
Your rope finds her flesh
Wrapping tightly around
Your hypnotised prey
Skin glistening, fast moving
Eyes possessing reptilian glint
Weaving your patterns
Onto her skin
Succumbed and immobilised
As you strike deep within
Your writhing body
Merges into hers
Venom released
Your mutual need is sated
Transforming to human form
Feeding time is over
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A Master who appreciates her need to obey and submit to him. Who fucks her at will because he can and she never refuses his pleasure. She does not complain or disagree without knowing a punishment session will follow. He uses corrective methods which he will carry out with control and will enjoy hearing her and seeing her react. Knowing she will not try to escape even though he hurts her and he will be thanked when he has punished her sufficiently. She respects his authority and knows her place is at his feet serving him however he desires. She wears what he tells her to and will obediently offer her arms and legs to be bound for as long as he wants to see her presented to him in that way. She is aware of how vulnerable and helpless he can make her but she trusts him not to harm her. Everything she does has the aim of keeping her Master happy and satisfied. His displeasure is to be avoided at all costs. In return she has his love. |
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No Return
You are here
Too late for me
Hope left me too long ago
Now forever lost
You mean nothing
My heart refuses to warm again for you
Words are empty, hollow shapes
No longer can they touch me
Affect me or heal me
I am in another country
You are another foreigner |
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We are together again
You stay inside me until you sleep
I am yours completely
Two naked figures snuggling
In a four poster bed
No other man can make me feel the way you do
I thank my lucky stars
For this taste of heaven
With you I am perfect
You rise with the dawn
Kisses as hot as the sun
Your touch awakens my need
Strong arms embracing me
Holding me to you
Making me weak for your love
I don't know why you stay with me
It doesn't matter
You are here
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Monday looms like a tidal wave |
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So the males think the females are fakes and everyone seems to lie about their age. Apart from me. Why are people so dishonest? |
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You lay sleeping.
My last thoughts.
Before I too succumb.
Are of how lovely you look
My last emotions.
Are of affection and belonging.
You feel so close to me
When I wake.
We come together.
In our sleepy doze.
You hold me to you.
And I feel warmth in my heart.
These times with you.
Are treasured memories.
I hold tightly onto.
For the times when I am alone.
When you are long gone.
But for now I will glow.
As I lay in your arms.
Pretending all is well.
Knowing the drop down awaits.
When real life kills the dream.
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It is the most sensuous and strange combination of comforting security coupled with anticipation and excitement that makes me love to be tied up so much. The smell of hemp can be intoxicatingly strong in an enclosed area and the feel of the rope wrapping tightly around has the same effect on me as a baby being swaddled probably experiences. And sex is enhanced by it. It's a turn on being tied up. I love to have reminder marks too. If only the good feeling stayed and there were no emotional after effects it would be perfect
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