A little respect

I dress up for you, in short, not-quite-slutty skirts, in heels that elongate my legs and make my ass and tits jut out, in tops that give you unparalleled views of the valley between my breasts and leave my collarbone bare and inviting, in underwear that you like seeing my ass packaged in, in lingerie that you’ll love to rip off. I dress up for you so that your eyes can drink me in and give me that intoxicating sense of power over you. I dress up for you so that I can watch you undress me with your eyes.

I want you to undress me with your eyes. I want you to be that bold. I want you to unashamedly want me, and to flaunt that desire to me, so strongly that I can neither deny nor ignore it.

I want to be powerless in the face of your want.

I want your lust to overwhelm me.

I want not to know when you are going to make that want known. I want you to take me by surprise, push me up against a wall, hurt me with the urgency of your mouth against mine.

I want you to leave me breathless. I love it when you do that. I want you to know that that means that I’m ready and that I’m yours. Always.

I want you to say the words.

“Suck my cock.”

Say them. There is a direct link between my brain and my pussy, and those words, delivered right, will trigger a flood the likes of which you haven’t seen yet. So, I want you to say them. I want you to take my mouth. I want your fingers in my hair. I want you to gather it and pull at it, to push at the back of my head, to direct my movements. I want to feel your cock on my tongue. I want to find it difficult to breathe. I want to choke on your cock, unable to deal with how thick it is, how it fills my mouth and throat up. I want that more than I can express. The urge, the need to be filled up, and to have you start with my mouth, is just too powerful to deny. 

I want you to order me around. To toy with me. To make me wait on your words, unsure of what is to come next. I treasure helplessness. I want to be able to let go, to let you direct the show. I want to know that I can trust you enough to let that happen.

To hear you say the words, sounding for all the world like you mean them.

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

I want that rush.

I want you to respect me enough to disrespect me in bed.

I Want You

Is it wrong
that I've been thinking about you
all day long
and that
between curses and muttered imprecations
I've mouthed words
to myself
that I'd rather be whispering to you
slow words
words that burn
words that would make you stew
under pressure
till I came along
and with a flick of the wrist
gave you release.

All of My love

To murmur, softly dropping I don't knows onto the pillow,
To be silenced by a kiss, gentle but firm,
To be held and touched and distracted from yourself,
To surrender and let another decide for once,
Cede control and care and worry -
Just float along, let another direct the winds,
Decide to make them a gale, or a storm, or a gentle breeze


To submit.


To trust.

Sketch: (Unfinished)

She was lying on the bed, watching him, her dark eyes quietly contemplative. He sat in the chair across from her, drink in hand, the near-darkness of the room setting his teeth on edge. He could see a shadowy smile flit across her face for an instant before she stretched lazily, her muscles flexing beneath her skin. He watched her movements, languid and smooth, savouring the tension that floated in the air like the ghost of cigarette smoke. He was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body, far enough to have to stretch for his hand to reach it.

Her eyes closed as she lay back onto the bed, ignoring him, her breathing soon becoming shallow as she slipped out of consciousness. He watched her still, swirling the last few fast-melting ice-cubes around in his glass while deciding what to do. Finally, he put the glass down, stood up in one graceful movement, and took the two steps to the bed in silence. He paused by the bed, looking down on her, at her slightly mussed hair as it lay across her face, at the relaxed pose of her arms by her sides, at the length and curve of her hip as it jutted out at an angle, at the plane of her calf muscle, at the tautness of the skin of her feet. One hand bent to take hold of a lock of her hair – unusually thick tonight – and he rubbed it between his fingers, taking in its texture. He knelt by her side, lowered his head, and inhaled deeply to have his first taste of her scent – a heady mix of the perfume she wore, the moist undertones of sweat as it beaded on her forehead, the clean, fresh smell of her hair, and the natural smoky aroma of her body.

She stirred just then, eyes opening to meet his, limpid pools of darkness meeting his feral stare. In an instant, she was wide awake, aware all at once of his fingers tangled in her hair, the trace of whiskey on his breath, the intensity of his gaze, the tension in his body as he leaned over her, the raggedness of his breathing.

His first kiss was hungry, his second, almost demure. Somewhere between the two, he slid onto the bed to prop himself above her, still gazing deep into her eyes. She responded with unexpected passion, meeting his actions with equal, opposing ones of her own. They traded kisses, caresses, and urgent whispers as if mirroring each other, as mind-readers would. Sometimes hurried, sometimes slow, their entanglement soon led to clothes being discarded, letting flesh meet flesh.

Reunion

I can't wait to see you again. 

We will kiss. It will go either of two ways - soft and tender, or hard and urgent. I daydream about both. I daydream about all the things I want to do to you - and all the things I want you to do to me.

Oh, to have you push me up against the nearest wall, your need obvious, to be able to taste your lust on your breath. To steal hurried kisses as I let my hands roam over your body, remembering anew its hardness, its tightness, its beauty. To feel your uneven, heavy breathing on my face between our kisses. To delve deep into the hollow of your neck; to make you groan into my ear as my mouth and tongue work on your skin, tickling, tantalising, sucking. To bring my leg up between yours, to feel your hardness against my thigh, to reach down to stroke it through your jeans. To feel your hot breath on my ear, to gasp as your tongue snakes in to lick it, warm and wet and wonderful. To squirm as you nibble at my earlobe. To watch you as you draw back slightly, looking straight into my eyes as your hand cups my breast, dragging your fingertip along its curve, flicking at my nipple, making me gasp. I love the way that makes me feel - that boldness in the way you treat my body, your eyes holding mine as you feel me up so unapologetically causes a rush of blood to my head and a rush of wetness to my pussy. To feel your warm hand reach under my shirt to caress my stomach and back. To arch my back at your touch. To feel the goosebumps as your fingers trail down my sides and hook into my jeans, tugging at them, testing their give. To feel your lips at my neck even as your hands unbutton and unzip my jeans, tugging them low enough to give you easy access to my pussy. To throw my head back and gasp as you massage my clit through my panties, to hear your low growl as you discover how wet I already am. To delight in your impatience as you push my panties aside so you can slide your fingers along the wet lips of my cunt, to moan as you tease me by doing just that and no more. To tremble against your other arm, half-resting against the wall, as I hook my leg around yours, as you send sparks shooting through me with your fingers. To buck against you, wanting more, only to have you pin me to the wall, forcing me to keep still while you tease me more. To moan, to curse, to beg for you to fuck me with your fingers. To cry out, “fuck yes,” when you finally do. To kiss you long and hard while your fingers pump into me, the feeling of having this done to me while nearly completely clothed, pushed up against a wall, at your mercy, turning me on even more. To move in time with your hand, thrusting back to meet it, fucking myself on it, gasping as your palm hits my clit each time. To lose my composure and give myself over to the feeling of being fucked by your fingers, of having something fill the ache inside. To sigh as you withdraw your fingers, to whine a little to have them back, my cunt feeling empty, needing to be filled. To moan as you force those same fingers into my mouth, making me lick and suck them clean. To feel your fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my face to yours as we kiss hungrily. To move down your body as you guide my head lower, forcing me to my knees. To hurriedly undo your belt and unzip your jeans, pulling them down (and with them your boxers). To take your beautiful, warm, hard cock in my hands and gently kiss the head, my lips slowly engulfing it, making you moan. To feel your hand tighten in my hair, urging me to take more of you in my mouth. To run my tongue up and down your cock, moving down to suck on your balls one by one (and then both together), before heading back up to pump your cock in and out of my warm, wet mouth. To hum around your cock, letting you enjoy the sensation. To let your hand at the back of my head set the pace; to let you use my mouth the way you want to; to let you fuck my face hard. To feel you fuck my mouth deep and hard, stifling my gag reflex so that you can feel the back of my throat on every thrust. To dig my nails into your butt so I have something to hold onto as you pump into me. To make my mouth clench around your cock the same way you love my pussy to, making you breathe harder and faster. To look up at you while I suck on your cock, my moans letting you know just how much I’m enjoying this. To keep sucking even as you gasp and come in my mouth, your fingers clenching in my hair painfully. To let you fill my mouth with your come, keep still as you spasm, not wanting to miss a drop. To feel you withdraw, while I lick my lips and swallow, a  sly grin on my face as I remember the look on yours the first time I did that. To gradually get to my feet, my hands caressing your arms, stomach, back, sides; moving in to plant soft kisses on your lips, your cheeks, your neck. To help you out of your remaining clothes, and to let you undress me, bit by bit, taking time in between to kiss you deeply, strong and hard, our tongues playing with each other, breathing you in and exhaling into you. To take you by the hand and lead you to the bed, lying down and beckoning for you to join me. To take your hands, all the while looking you in the eye, and to place them, one on my breast, one at my pussy, telling you in this way what I want from you. To let you discover how much wetter I am now as your fingers slip into me easily. To kiss you, to moan into your mouth, my hand at your neck, as your fingers toy with me, pinching my nipples, rubbing at my clit, fanning the flames that are growing within me. To bend my mouth to your nipples, sucking on them, nibbling at them till you push me away. To push your head down to my neck, to gasp as you nip at it and suck on the sensitive skin there, not yet leaving a mark. To push you further down, urging your mouth to my breast, murmuring to you that I want you to suck on my nipple, hard. To cry out as you do, to move against you as you engulf my breast in your mouth, all wetness and heat. To smile in delight as you release my nipple and move further down my body, only to squeal and giggle as you tickle my hip bones with your mouth, nibbling and licking and sucking, teasing me with a grin on your face. To beg you to stop, to try to wriggle out of the way, only to have you hold me down and continue the torment. To stop struggling and hold very still as your mouth moves oh-so-slowly towards the slick folds of my pussy, sighing as I feel your warm breath on them. To close my eyes and moan as your tongue slowly licks up and down my pussy lips, sending shivers of delight down my spine. To thread my fingers through your hair, pushing your mouth against me, even as I lift my legs to rest over your arms, knees bent. To throw my head back, little cries coming from my mouth, as your tongue slips into me, fucking me in quick flicks before your lips move up to capture my clit, exerting a wonderful pressure on it that drives me insane. To cry out in surprise when your hands reach up to play with my tits while you continue to eat me out. To let you know how good that feels, my words coming in bursts between my gasps, my hands moving to clench the sheets as I writhe underneath you. To cry out in frustration as you tease me with your mouth, slowing the pace down when all I want you to do is go faster. To watch you ignore my pleas, languidly licking up towards my clit in hard, measured strokes, making me desperate for more. To curse you when you stop, the weight of your torso against my legs making it impossible for me to move any closer to you, to get any sort of stimulation. To gasp when, suddenly, you tell me to shut up. To watch you for signs of what to do next, my submissive streak coming to the fore, waiting for you to take control. To keep still as you move up my body, your nails raking my sides, making me gasp, your eyes on mine. To watch as you pick up a cloth from the bedside table and fold it so that it can be tied around my head. To let you blindfold me, biting my lip to keep from trembling. To answer your questions as you wave your hand in front of my face, testing how well the blindfold works. To wonder what you’re going to do to me next, the possibilities making me even wetter. To feel that wonderful sense of vulnerability, of helplessness, as you tie my hands together above my head and fasten them to something near the bed. To try to control my breathing as you pull me further down the bed, stretching my arms out above me, making it difficult for me to move. To gasp as you shove two fingers inside me, curling them up to find my G-spot and massage it. To exhale as you suddenly withdraw them and trail them across my breasts, leaving a sticky path of wetness wherever your fingers go. To cry out as you bite down on the skin beneath my collarbone, hard enough and long enough to bruise, my breathing out of control by now. To kiss back hungrily when your lips meet mine, your hands roaming freely all over my body as you please, touching, caressing, scratching what is yours. To bite down on your lower lip, only to scream into your mouth as you drive into me with your cock, my wetness coating your sheathed length, allowing you to fuck me with long, hard strokes, pushing me into the bed, your mouth covering mine, your breath out becoming my breath in. To feel your hand on my neck restricting my breathing, your voice in my ear telling me that you’re going to fuck me like I deserve to be fucked, the raw edge in your voice setting my soul on fire. To move against you as best I can, prompting you to undo the ties binding my hands above my head, leaving them tied still, so that I can put my arms around your neck and wrap my legs around you, allowing you to penetrate deeper still. To beg you to fuck me harder and faster, to feel you pounding into me, filling every inch of me up, even as you claim my cunt, my tits, my ass, my mouth as yours, your voice filling my ears, a buzzing starting in my head. To feel you rip the blindfold off so that we can watch each other as we fuck. To have you free my arms and tell me to get on top and ride you. To switch positions with you still inside me, the glorious feeling of fullness making me never want to stop doing this. To change the pace of our fucking, grinding against your pubic bone while you play with my clit, my pussy clenching around your cock, causing you to spasm inside me. To ride you, slowly at first, then faster, rising up and slamming down harder and faster, my tits bouncing in tandem. To feel your hands grip my hips as you start to fuck back, the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room, the smell of sex having already pervaded it. To throw my head back and let go completely, fucking you, letting you fuck me, focusing on the feelings in my cunt, the wonderful feeling of friction that is building to an explosion inside me. To make you rub on my clit harder, faster, yes, faster still, until, wailing, I reach the point of no return, when the stars explode behind my eyes, our frenzied fucking drawing my orgasm out even further, making time stretch out to infinity in that glorious moment. To slowly come back down to earth, my pussy still spasming around your cock, the aftershocks of my orgasm still running through me, as yours begins, your cries soft and uncontrolled, your hands gripping my hips as you pulse inside me. To hold still, catching my breath, as you slow down, then stop, moving slightly so that you can slowly withdraw and take the rubber off, your breathing still heavy. To slowly, lazily, move so that we are lying together, face to face. To kiss you, slow and deep, as you put your arm around me and draw me close to you, our sweat now cooling, so that we can fall asleep this way.