Look at that fucking cunt. Girl, you’re splattering your juices everywhere. What a good little pain slut you are. Just keeping those legs open for me and enjoying every minute of this.
After I’m done with this fucking pussy, I’m going to flip you over and make your ass the exact same way. Nice and red and swollen. I’m sure when I’m finished my cock is going to need some relief. All this work makes me very very fucking desirous of your holes. So you best be ready. We got a lot to do.
I’d spend forever as I just had, if only I could. If only, somehow, some way, I could rewind time and relive those days all over again, forever.
Each day sprawled across white linens with orgasm remnants dripping from us both. My thigh resting between your soft legs, pressed up against your wetness. Gazing into one another and finding a peace in each other’s eyes that is beyond describable by even the best stewards of the written word.
Your naked warmth bracing against my naked warmth, with the heat of our breath becoming a constant, all because we are just too weak to escape each other’s personal space for even a moment. Vulnerable, in every way you can ever wish to be with another.
A lifetime ahead of us to explore the possibilities, yet inside us both the unspoken fear of a return to monotony, acting as a catalyst to make me pull you closer towards me, more and more as each night draws to an close.
As I type this, I am two days removed from the most intimate moments of my life. I am still feeling the aftershocks, in the midst of what is thought to be known as “Dom drop”, yet I know it to really be something more like “I just fucking miss you.”
I’ve become your air and you are mine. Breathing becomes difficult in each other’s absence.
The only more intimate days that I think can possibly exist in my life are the next moments I spend with you, until the next ones after that, I suppose. The only ones that ever came close to these were the ones before, staring into your eyes as I tossed you down onto a sofa in a craftsman home.
I think it’s the time and the struggle we fought through to get here. The perseverance we developed, battling hard just to hold onto what we knew was such an exceptionally rare bond in the history of our own lives.
We have evolved so much over time. Nowadays, you are my collared sub, and I your Daddy, yet there was a day that you slipped up and said “I love you” when you meant to hold onto it for longer. A day when you nurtured me through illness. When you and I feared the unthinkable all to come full circle to meet again in the salvation of each other’s arms.
Do me a favor and look down at your wrist for me, Kitten. Tell me what you see. My commitment is as deep as they come.
As I told you once before, I am resolute. Our river runs deep, my love.
I now am revisiting heaven on earth in memories until the next time I hold your soft skin and ruin you with orgasms over and over again. The next time cannot come soon enough when I pull you close and, as you said it, “love you like nobody has ever loved you in your entire life.”
As I show you, with my gift of understanding your body, a physical annihilation of all your senses while you orgasm uncontrollably, looking down to see a man doing his best to give a feeling to you that he feels you deserve. Seeing my eyes and ambition while I squeeze your neck and drive my cock up inside you with romantic dominance behind it all.
Mischief's Muse 