thinking [take me home] thursday

The days filled with flirting expectation and unabashed want.

The fluttery stomach and risque texts that cause a deep blush.
The tasks that encourage, invigorate, and remind.
The demanded photos that require time, thought, and plenty of privacy.
The submissiveness that seeps from every pore and fuels every breath.
The evenings filled with stolen touches and handsy hugs.
The videogames and shows infused with knowing glances and sexy awareness.
The hidden rope or plug and whispered words.
The barely-contained desire.
The eagerness that demands an early bedtime.
The wetness that leave no room for doubt.
The control required to follow instructions, to hold position, to wait.
The belt, the flogger, the loopy, the whip.
The increasing intensity, the heavenly pain.
The kisses that are too much, but not enough.
The steady rhythm, the fusing of bodies.
The forgetting, the giving-over, the floating, the release.
The Dominance that feeds the submission.
The soul. The life. The love.
All of this is all that’s needed.
This is home.
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on a leash

Collar pulled tight.
Tighter.
Building.
No touching.
Climax.
Goosebumps.
Collar eased up.
Fastened.
Cold chain.
Teased.
Kneel.

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Clipped.
Pulled.
Tugged.
All fours.
Go for a walk.
Hard floors.
Head down.
Crawl.
Keep up.
Fall behind.
Yanked.
Faster.
Good girl.
Again.
Up on bed.

Cold chain.
Pulled.
Sir.
Master.
Pounded.
Explosion.
Choked.
Freed from thought.
Again.
Explode.
Rolling.
Explode.
Cold metal.
Explode.
Explode.
More.
Less.
Again and again.
Repeat.
Everything.
Nothing.
His.
Wanted.
Used.
Unclipped.
Loved.

~shygirl

before you go…

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Bend over.
Grab the stool.
Arch your back.

Implement in hand.
The licks reign down.
His hand, my pussy.
Teasing.
Testing.
Knees buckle.
Pulled up.
Growling.

Grab. The. Stool.
Don’t let go.

He resumes.
Grabbing my waist.
Holding me steady.
Finding a stingy rhythm.
Involuntary screams.
Tears fall.
Beg for more.
Beg to stop.
There is more.
Crumple to the floor.
Heaving sobs.
Strong arms.
Big love.

Good girl.
Now I’m going to leave a mark.
Bend over.

Spoon.
Heaven.
Mission accomplished.
I am His.
I will not forget.

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~shygirl