the-fruits-of-eve:

mastersslutslave:

No where to hide….

I’m not sure if other Subs are like me, but when My Master is asking tough questions of me or trying to get me to reveal things to him, my instinct is to hide. I will look down or cover my face with my hand or hair.

I have no idea why I do this, I’m right in front of him it’s not like I actually can hide and yet I persist in trying.

So how does the man I love handle me doing this. He stops, he stops whatever it is he is saying, he assumes “the voice” and says “uncover your face and look at me” or if my eyes have fallen “look at me now”. And I do sometimes with hesitation but I do.

And do you know what I find when I look into his eyes? Love and a sense of calm. He tells me I’m safe every time. That right there is the strength of a Dominant. Nothing sexual or masochistic…… the ability to uncover and reassure.

❥ᏋᏙᏋ❥

thethoughtfulbitch:

The world has billions of people. And each person has their own unique thinking style, own point of view of the world, own way of looking at the stars, own manner of dancing in the dark. And in all these billion ways, there is one who is more or less, similar to you. He/she may not be the exact replica of your soul, but somewhere, something fits- like two jigsaw pieces- that something you were looking for. That little part of your heart that was always empty, that feeling of longing, that place where you belong- it is a person, it can never be a place or a thing. I believe the universe gives everyone the opportunity to meet their soulmates once in their entire lifetime and that’s because the universe is a benign force. And when you meet them, you know. You just do. This is it. The one. But even after that, nothing happens by itself. The universe only takes care of the meeting. The lasting- well, that’s where love comes in.

On love and soulmates

exoticeva:

“Fuck back on me.”

“Make me cum and say thank you like the good little cumslut I know you are.”

His words fill me with heat, making me moan before doing exactly as he said. The commands coming out of his sexy, dirty mouth turn me on like nothing else.

I dig my knees into the bed and push my hips back, feeling his hard cock fill me up in a luxurious glide that I never want to end.

“Oh, that’s good,” he murmurs, glancing down to where we’re joined. “That’s so good. That’s exactly what I need.”

It’s what I need too. In only a few minutes I find my rhythm, that perfect pace and angle that means he’s bumping my clit every time, setting pleasure nerves alight. The feeling slowly spirals upwards through my body until all I can focus on is my need to cum. I bite my lip to muffle the noises escaping me, but I can’t stop the rocking of my hips as my body begins to demand more. I spread my thighs wider, seating him more fully and his pleased hiss fills the room. I’m so close, so impossibly close, and it’s only been a couple of minutes.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he asks in a low voice.

“Yes, yes. Please Sir, please may I?”

I pant the words, conscious of how wet I am, the tightness in my thighs, the throbbing of my clit.

“You may, but tell me when, Princess,” he orders. “I want to know when.” “

Now,” I manage. “Right now.”

Without warning or hesitation he pushes his thumb into my ass, plunging past the tight ring of muscle. The rough intrusion sends my body convulsing, the orgasm suddenly longer and more intense for the unfamiliar sensation. It feels like my whole body clamps down on his cock, and I cry out his name before shuddering in wave after wave of release.