It starts in the pit of my stomach, rising to my eyes, like a filling up. I let it come instead of fighting it, the welling making my chest heave as I start to cry. I hate to cry, I hate and loathe it.
I want to ask you if this is how it ends… Is this how it ends? Really? Is this how it ends? What are you doing? What. Are. You. Doing??!
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He gazes up at me, trust, I tell him what I want, he looks scared, he starts to shake. His face contorts as he tries to comply, he is embarrassed, mortified, insecure, he looks like he might cry, he apologises.
His open vulnerability is stunning, beautiful, I feel myself melt, it starts at my cunt and spreads from there, I stroke him, his shaking doesn’t abate, his expression tortured, it makes me want to absorb … Continue Reading
I shuffle back until I am flush against him, his chest, stomach, cock pressed against me, warm, comforting, I pull his arm around me, the cuff cold between my breasts. I rock him gently, back and forth, back and forth, so tired, but I miss him when his mouth is not accessible to me, when I can’t see his face, when I can’t pet his puppy head. I have to turn around to face him, … Continue Reading
She opens the door, he is snuggled under the blankets, his head hidden. She takes a moment before she steps into the room and climbs onto the bed. She uncovers his face.
He half smiles as he feels the bed take her weight, snuffling into the pillow, warm and cozy, awaiting her good morning kisses, anticipating her touch, he loves it when she wakes him.
She grabs his cuffed wrists quickly and joins them together … Continue Reading
My first attempt at playing with rope, my boy patient and sweet. When I was finished, he looked so amazingly beautiful, I had to capture it.
Update: This photo is now featured on Male Submission Art – November 9 with the following description:
… Continue ReadingThis photo depicts my first attempt at any sort of rope bondage. My submissive patiently stayed in position while I played with the rope and when I was done, he looked impossibly
It is quiet, there is no violence, no urgency. I am working on him, moving him into position, manipulating limbs, pulling and pushing at him. He starts to sweat, the moisture collecting between his shoulder blades, I continue to gently put pressure on him, he moves very little unless I tell him to, a tiny shift, a rolling of muscles.
I check his face, his eyes clear, his breathing even, his forehead beaded with sweat, … Continue Reading
