Romance….

it is like sex…but without the handcuffs

what is the fun in that?

From her need to be his “Good Girl ” Diary:

Me…I was wet and flushed, forever and never grow tired. Wet since the moment before I even met you.
I have read your articles and stories, poems and prose.  You have hard to explain-spoken words and clinical words and words of beauty, ferociousness and  humor, but i have never heard or seen the things that come from you before. These almost-poetry love words melt me everywhere.
My body throbs exhausted from when you make me cum but my heart burst from your generosity. You are always wanting to please me as I long to please you. I want to do everything for you.
I imagine myself reaching down and grasping me and you drawing a gasp from you. Your shaft jerking in my hand.  From my position Long Distance I can’t reach you and i imagine and i struggle in your retreat. So I close my eyes and touch myself  feeling you touching me again hearing your voice.
Just let me please you, I hear you say, or reading your words or when i remember. Let me give you pleasure. You caress me lightly and I moan and spreading my legs relaxed and presenting myself.
“Yes,” I hear you say. “Yes, that’s right. Good girl.”
I use my fingers spread apart my slick folds. You make me feel so much pleasure. So much i don’t care that it’s me. I force it anyway. You know it’s had been a long time and I needed this badly. I take this moment without apology to myself or anyone else for you to talk me through and i hear you remembering your voice.
In the bedroom the door is shut. No one else was in the house but just me, but it adds to the intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t a chance encounter, but an illicit meeting when you call. 
I remember the heat of your body and your own woodsy scent how it enveloped me and i forget everything else.
How your hands rest lightly on my shoulders, then slid down to my breasts and in your breath caught. How you hands dipped down to my waist, back to my breast, stroking and pinching my nips until they ached. 
Your breath, hot and increasingly labored, blowing against my shoulders. What a sight I must make for you… my breasts bared and flushed.
“So lovely, you whispered. You pinch harder I moan.  My hips canted forward in search of friction, rubbing against my fingers roam down in my mound finding found my wet folds.
I cum in a whirl of pleasure and a sigh of relief. The tension of these past few days, of these past few months, if i were honest. I finally release only to you. My face, taut and carnal with arousal, feeling it before you  bring me to ecstasy again.
You are a generous lover, bringing me to climax four, or hundred times. I lost count. You make me come again and again with my fingers thrusting inside me. “Yes, yes, that’s it,” you moaned…i heard you when i came. You laugh softly.
“You’re beautiful,” i murmur throughout. “So damn beautiful. Like i could slay you and you do. Just looking at you ruins me. I love to look at you. I could look at you like this forever. 
I push through the haze of my arousal. I will never regret this. I will never let you regret us or anything we do. i never want you to stop. i want you to keep doing what your doing but do it just with me. I will take care of you. 
“Oh god, yes,” i cried, just as i want you to pleasure yourself with me on your mind. But once i want it to be real time.  I savor you and all of your power and virility; i tremble under you.  You intoxicate me.
You are everything I could ever want in a man. I love you. Where did that thought come from? I think its been there all along. Im not shy about saying it or embarrassed or whether or not its reciprocated.
I love you with wild abandon like when the eagle mates with his partner and takes to flight…together as they rise way up in the sky, locking their talons together, then they will free fall, spinning wildly out of control until the very end almost crashing to the ground. 
You are fierce and and intimidating. My eyes seek the hunger in your eyes. I want to look at you everyday to see you beautiful face. I want to pretend you are mine and only mine.
From her Oral fixation diary
As I worked my way up his legs with my mouth, I watched his big beautiful cock grow. The sight of it made me moan. He picked up on my anticipation; it matched his own. “I said suck my cock, slut. I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours on me.” I eagerly complied with his order. Easing the red engorged head between my lips, I ran my tongue over the top of the head around to the back, pulling it out to lovingly rub it on my face. How I loved the taste, the look, the feel and the smell of that cock. Snaking my tongue in and out of my mouth, I softly licked the shaft as it was rubbing my cheeks. He grabbed his cock in one of his hands and my hair with his other hand and started slapping me in the face with his cock. “Is this what you want, slut? You want this cock in your mouth, don’t you, slut.”“Yes, Master.”“How do you ask, you little cocksucking whore?”“Please, master. please let me suck your cock. I live for it.” I begged him and almost came as he shoved it in my mouth. I was vigorously sucking it, then I slowed the rhythm down to a slow, sensuous pace. Each stroke of my mouth brought more of his hard cock into my mouth. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of my head. “Suck it. I want to feel my cock on the back of your throat.” His cock was so big it gagged me being shoved so abruptly down my throat. And I almost came! Actually, the force of all that dick in my mouth soaked my pussy. I was creaming and peeing at the same time and I left wet spots on the bed. “That’s it, suck my cock like a good little whore, because that is what you are aren’t you? My good little whore who knows how to please her Master.”

From her Oral fixation diary

As I worked my way up his legs with my mouth, I watched his big beautiful cock grow. The sight of it made me moan. He picked up on my anticipation; it matched his own. “I said suck my cock, slut. I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours on me.” I eagerly complied with his order. Easing the red engorged head between my lips, I ran my tongue over the top of the head around to the back, pulling it out to lovingly rub it on my face. How I loved the taste, the look, the feel and the smell of that cock. Snaking my tongue in and out of my mouth, I softly licked the shaft as it was rubbing my cheeks. He grabbed his cock in one of his hands and my hair with his other hand and started slapping me in the face with his cock. “Is this what you want, slut? You want this cock in your mouth, don’t you, slut.”

“Yes, Master.”

“How do you ask, you little cocksucking whore?”

“Please, master. please let me suck your cock. I live for it.” I begged him and almost came as he shoved it in my mouth. I was vigorously sucking it, then I slowed the rhythm down to a slow, sensuous pace. Each stroke of my mouth brought more of his hard cock into my mouth. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of my head. “Suck it. I want to feel my cock on the back of your throat.” His cock was so big it gagged me being shoved so abruptly down my throat. And I almost came! Actually, the force of all that dick in my mouth soaked my pussy. I was creaming and peeing at the same time and I left wet spots on the bed. “That’s it, suck my cock like a good little whore, because that is what you are aren’t you? My good little whore who knows how to please her Master.”

From her erotic anticipation journal:
 Bound, blindfolded and alone. I lose sense of time. I float in and out of consciousnesses. I feel the whisper of a touch. Suddenly every nerve is ablaze with life.
From her erotic anticipation journal:
 Bound, blindfolded and alone. I lose sense of time. I float in and out of consciousnesses. I feel the whisper of a touch. Suddenly every nerve is ablaze with life.

The perfect sexual lubricant…..

Anticipation

nothing will ever surpasss the hottest sexual organ of all

your brain

thebeautifullyinsatiablesp:

Beautiful

A collar in BDSM symbolizes a commitment that has often been compared to a wedding ring. This type of commitment comes in other forms, such as a brand, a tattoo, a piercing…. Each symbolizing the pledge of the Dominant to their submissive or slave to protect, love and cherish them. When the submissive/slave accepts the collar, the submissive /slave surrenders to the Dominant and makes a promise to be devoted and loyal. Some collars are made with no clasp to signify the never ending love of the relationship. Other collars have a ring to attach a leash and a place for an engraved tag or pendant to show ownership. The collar is to be worn in the presence of the Dominant at all times. When apart, all the submissive needs to do is touch it to be reminded of the bond they share. Each collaring is a unique symbol of love, respect and a bond between two people who care greatly for each other

(Source: shesmygoddess)

When the slave is READY
the MASTER will APPEAR

When the slave is READY

the MASTER will APPEAR

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” 
― E.B. White

“Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work’s important, family’s important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You’re cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what’s coming.” ― Nicholas Sparks, Three Weeks With My Brother

“Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work’s important, family’s important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You’re cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what’s coming.” 
― Nicholas SparksThree Weeks With My Brother

sleepinsidemysoul:

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. Audrey Hepburn

sleepinsidemysoul:

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. 
Audrey Hepburn

I took this photo roughly three summers ago when I just began exploring life through the camera lens. This image call tell many different stories; but for me, this photograph tells the story of a girl who has come to terms with living life on her own. At the same time, she has found peace within herself and can enjoy the beauty of the seas as well as the world around her. This photograph visually embodies the self discoveries that I made as a teenager and helped me blossom into the young woman that I am today. I feel that the girl in this photograph is making that same transition, just as I was when I took this. Finding inner harmony and true happiness is a major aspect of our human experience.
From: Kate Pickett, All Rights Reserved

I took this photo roughly three summers ago when I just began exploring life through the camera lens. This image call tell many different stories; but for me, this photograph tells the story of a girl who has come to terms with living life on her own. At the same time, she has found peace within herself and can enjoy the beauty of the seas as well as the world around her. This photograph visually embodies the self discoveries that I made as a teenager and helped me blossom into the young woman that I am today. I feel that the girl in this photograph is making that same transition, just as I was when I took this. Finding inner harmony and true happiness is a major aspect of our human experience.

From: Kate Pickett, All Rights Reserved

Loners, if you catch them, are well worth the trouble. Not dulled by excess human contact, nor blasé or focused on your crotch while jabbering about themselves, loners are curious, vigilant, full of surprises. They do not cling. Separate wherever they go, awake or asleep, they shimmer with the iridescence of hidden things seldom seen. ––Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loners’ Manifesto

From her secret desire diary

I dream of the day we will travel together. How we will begin each day in a local cafe. Watching the locals as we sip our coffee.
Discussing what adventure we will tackle and what places we will visit. I want to explore the world with you.

"I’ve always been into it in fantasy going way back, and in practice taking what I could, playing around the edges of vanilla relationships. What I’ve come to realize about myself is that I cannot be happy without a strong D/s, s/m element in my lover. I feel to deeply with it for me to try to patch together a relationship, no matter how loving, without having it. So, realizing that I got involved. Started on a path to become the kind of man who can be trusted to Top a woman cleanly and with passion, and tried to find partners for whom my roles, fantasies, my dominant and sadistic nature is not an undesirable or merely tolerated inconvenience, but an asset, something prized and sought. "

"I’ve always been into it in fantasy going way back, and in practice taking what I could, playing around the edges of vanilla relationships. What I’ve come to realize about myself is that I cannot be happy without a strong D/s, s/m element in my lover. I feel to deeply with it for me to try to patch together a relationship, no matter how loving, without having it. So, realizing that I got involved. Started on a path to become the kind of man who can be trusted to Top a woman cleanly and with passion, and tried to find partners for whom my roles, fantasies, my dominant and sadistic nature is not an undesirable or merely tolerated inconvenience, but an asset, something prized and sought. "