PussyWillO

Big day today. Finalizing my divorce in court. It's an odd feeling. Emotions are conflicting and colliding in me, like waves in a stormy sea. It's the end of an era, a decade of my life. I see a tombstone in my mind: "Marriage. Feb 8, 2001-April 22, 2011. Rest in peace." Those are the government dates. Our marriage license was signed by us on the 8th, though we waited till the 17th for the church wedding. So, I see other dates, too. The dates on my heart: Feb 17th, 2001-Aug 1, 2009.

The marriage started as many do, with lots of hope and an expectation of many many more than ten years of life. And as its health faltered and waned, at first I didn't realize how serious an illness had struck. The death knell sounded suddenly, a shock, almost two years ago, and oh how I grieved, but the funeral took till today to plan. I have already mourned my marriage, and moved on, and today live the life of a healthy, vibrant single woman and mother. But, for this one day, I feel all the grief again, fresh and new. The death of dreams. The death of hopes. New hopes and dreams again fill my soul - some of them true dreams that I put away years ago in favor of the dreams of marriage, and have now dusted off and put back in their original place in my heart. But the echoes of the other dreams, the marriage dreams, remain. 

Many women celebrate their divorces with parties. I feel like holding a wake. Telling stories about the good times, softening the memories of the bad times, and then gently and quietly . . . letting go. Dropping handfuls of earth on the coffin, closed now, and left to decay over time and be reclaimed into the cycle of life. The anger is gone. The things I once despised have lost their power. The joys I felt through those years will remain in my heart, no longer tainted by the dark times. I will turn and leave the grave, and face my future, unfettered. The roots of a new life already planted in the soil.

Rest in Peace.

Sub is standing, bent backwards by her hair which is being pulled by Dom, who has her in his arms. Dom's mouth is mere centimeters from Sub's mouth. Their breath is warm to each other, they can smell each other, their eyes are meeting, locked gaze.

Dom says: "Stay still." Subs nostrils flare, her muscles tense a bit with the effort to remain still. She obeys. Dom gently sticks his tongue out and licks Subs lips. Sub wants, nay, aches, to respond and kiss him back. She whimpers softly, her eyes still locked on her Dom's, her mouth tingling and her lips responding to his tongue. But she doesn't close the gap between their mouths; she must be still.

Dom kisses her, and Sub responds, moaning in relief. Dom pulls back ever so very slightly, his mouth still almost touching hers, "No tongue. Just your lips. Very softly." He however puts his tongue in Sub's mouth. Sub wants so desperately to use her tongue to pleasure his mouth, but she must wait. She gently uses only her lips to nibble on his, to lightly suck his tongue which is plundering and claiming her mouth fully. She feels the energy between them, strumming, taught, charged. She has to use every ounce of will to keep herself from running her hands over his neck and shoulders, using her talented tongue to pleasure his mouth, showing her Dom with every tiny movement and response how much she wants him. Instead she holds back, whimpering with need and desire as he caresses her mouth with his tongue.

At last he growls low and commands her, "Kiss me!". She releases instantly, moaning into his mouth as she wraps her hands behind his head, her leg around his waist, her entire body pressing into his. Her mouth engulfs his lower lip as she suckles it greedily, then thrusts her tongue into his mouth and kisses him with every fiber of her being, rubbing her pelvis into his groin as she does.

When they come up for air, Dom strokes her hair and whispers in her ear, "that's my good girl."