I am numb, I am singing, I am happy, I am smiling, I am laughing, I am,I am, I am……Hmmm……yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh so very yes!It is so beautiful to feel, to experience, to receive such pleasure.How did an hour go by in five minutes? How can it be? I don’tunderstand. If you’d stayed for two hours would it have been tenminutes?I am under the influence, intoxicated with the sweet essence of yoursensuality. I’d be arrested for driving. I’m not even sure I can walk.I feel selfish. Like I took took took as I gave in to the greed of mysenses. You are so kind. I shall remember. On Sunday when we aretogether again, I will remember.In the midst of the pulsing, grinding movements, the exchange ofpassion, the heat, the sweat, the moans, the consummation of deepdesires…..we smile, we giggle, we laugh ….softly at first so as tonot break the flow….then openly and uncontrollably as our joy meldsinto one.If it had continued, I would have cried. Tears of joy, of gratitude,would have flowed so freely. My soul would have opened.Thank you. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for sharing thistime with me.Later:I am a feathered pillow, a marshmallow, a cloud. I define softness.My mind is with you. You took it with you when you left. I no longerhave it. You can keep it. I no longer need Elvankent Escort it. All I feel is softness. Idon’t need to think anymore.How can I Dom you? How? I don’t know! How can I possibly discipline andcommand when my edges are buttered?Cups…I went to buy cups, styrofoam cups, 16-ounce styrofoam cups, thelargest they sell. If there were larger I would have bought them. Cupsfor water, water for ice, ice for your body.I have not shown you my whip. My bullwhip. I should give it to you andlet you touch my body with it. Perhaps we might fly.I would let you tie me right now. Tie me and touch me with a blade. I’dfeel safe no matter what you did.I am gone, but I shall return. And oh, little girl, I will be lookingfor you. Yes. You could not possibly find a place to hide. There arenone. I will have you.Tomorrow:The reverie has escaped. I tried to cage it, to bottle it, to hold it,to caress it but when I allowed life to begin again, it flitted out thewindow in search of one more worthy than I.I was you and you were me. You were a man kissing a woman. I felt it, Ifelt what you feel, the subtle fear and the comfort of surrender. I amstrengthened. I know you and you know me.Everything we do in life, even love, occurs in an express train racingonward Beşevler Escort to a final destination we know nothing of. To know passion is toget out of the train while it is still moving.Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. I give minemost willingly to sin most wickedly with you.Children possess the magic power of being able to change themselves intowhat they wish. Lovers regain this power.Our play is real. With you, I need no mask. With you, I need not hide. Iam childlike. Open without fear, I want to relearn, to re-experience, toreprogram myself. I have to find, among other things, a new word for mylife, I am tired of the old one.I cannot touch you enough. My fingers, my hands, can never be satiated.I watch you. For nothing, absolutely nothing is as beautiful to me asthe glow of pleasure flowing from your burning body.I want to watch your lips moving on me. To see the candlelightreflecting in the wetness which your strokes leave upon my shaft. Tofeel the passion of your mouth as your tongue slides upon me. To feelthe warmth that you feel as you pleasure me. To touch and run my fingersgently and slowly through your soft hair as I accept your submission.Sweet girl, I ache to touch your skin, to feel the curves Cebeci Escort of your bodyin my grateful hands. To see the subtle smile on your lips as I lookdeep into your eyes. To taste you. To feel the heat and sweat of ourbodies mixing as we grind against each other. To kiss your mouth whileyou kneel. To give you the experience of my Domination.Sunday:Sandalwood, vanilla, cinnamon candlelight, Billie Holiday, blankets onthe floor, frankincense, pillows strewn about, a hassock covered withcaribou fur. Soft black leather whips, steel cuffs, feathers, fragrantoils, ice, and strawberries. Will you join me on this journey?I will make you do exactly what you want to do.The commands are issued with an authoritative sternness that makes youquiver with anticipation. as you feel the ache of desire, thevulnerability of the position, the surrender of your spirit. And theneed…..the need which pulses to life as the dark cravings of therecesses of your soul are exposed. Elbows on the carpet, hands flat,head lowered, shoulders down. Only the ass is high. High and waiting.Awaiting the onslaught of power that will corrupt the virginal purity ofthe lily-white skin so naked, exposed, and defenseless. The shockwavescourse through your body sending bolts of hot white light to your brain.Reality is melted down to the simplicity of stinging flesh, drippingsweat, and labored heavy breathing. The cries, the whimpers, the”please, please, pleases.” Submission. The pain surrenders to anumbness. The numbness to a warmth. The warmth to a flight high abovethe Himalayas. Your body sings, smiles, and flies. Five minutes last anhour. The circle of pleasure is complete.