your-sir-always:

“I want so many things,” he whispers. “I want your mind. Your strength. I want to be worth your time.” His fingers graze the hem of my top and he says “I want this up.” He tugs on the waist of my pants and says “I want these down.” He touches the tips of his fingers to the sides of my body and says, “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it’s racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never,” he says, he breathes, “never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it.”

— Your Sir, Always.

exoticeva:

He always kisses me quickly, swooping in like he’s afraid to give me a chance to change my mind. Or maybe he’s just as impatient as I am to feel that rush again. But next time he kisses me, I want him to move slowly. I want time – just one suspended moment – to see the look in his eyes when he decides he can’t wait any more to feel my mouth under his, my lips opening, my tongue licking into him.

I want to feel the space between us weighted with his intent then that kick of adrenaline as he pulls me in close. That lightning flash of lust as his mouth hovers just out of reach and the air he breathes out becomes the air I gasp in. 

I want him to give me enough time to step back, to turn my head, just so he can smile when instead I press closer, sink into him, let him in. I want the triumph in his eyes, the knowledge that I’m his, that I’m caught up in the lust and heat and want, to be the last thing I see before my eyes close and I give myself up to the heady pleasure of his kiss.

I want him to move deliberately, to pin me against him as we kiss until everything around us fades away and  the pounding of my heart and the taste of him are the only things grounding me. I want him to kiss me the way I hope he’ll fuck me later – teasing taunts that make me ache, slow thrusts that assert his ownership.

And when we finally stop, when he raises his head and opens his eyes he’ll see the desire and greed written all over my flushed face. More. I want more.

your-sir-always:

Your lady deserves so very much from you:

Respect. Love. Passion. Courtesy.

But that, my good sirs, is where the gentleman’s story is just beginning.

Opening doors, holding coats and lavishing her with attention simply sets the stage for an even more important act.

Close the doors, draw the shades and turn up the music, leave your manners at the door with the patience.

Win her heart with your character and class,

but ask for nothing after she’s given herself to you-

Take her and claim her.

Captivate her mind while you seduce her body.

Romance her soul while you taste her hunger.

Stoke her heart while you ravage her flesh.

Don’t ask, don’t wait and don’t question.

Take charge and take her..

To the bed,

To the wall,

To the table.

It doesn’t matter where just propel her mind,body and soul to the edge of passion.

The best fairy tales are the stories with a wolf.

Show her why every beauty needs a beast..

And she’ll show you why the best ladies..

Always have the best naughty streaks.