Home: moving and missing
moving and missing
My darling angel,
Moving sucks. There's no two ways about it, moving sucks. Finding a new place sucks, packing up the old place sucks, unpacking the new place sucks. But it's finally over. I'm in my new place. There's some more pruning/unpacking to do, my schedule is starting to slow down, and my thoughts turn to you. More specifically, to the things I miss doing to/with you.
- teasing you all night long while we're out together.
- lightly tracing a feather across your nipples
- hogtying you and fucking you from behind
- watching your face as you realize you're helpless
- watching your eyes light up as I order you to go get your collar
- feeling you writhe on my cock as I hold you down on the bed
- watching your face as you suck me
- seeing the rope against your lovely skin
- hearing the noises you make as you approach orgasm
- ... then hearing the noises you make as I stop touching you
- making you beg me to do things to you
- making you call yourself naughty names
- hearing the sound of the flogger, as it strikes your skin
- the tingle in my hands after I've thoroughly spanked you with it.
- hearing the moans you make as I'm spanking you.
- feeling the warmth of your skin after I've spanked you.
- seeing the redness of your skin after same
- watching you squirm when I play with your nipples while you're tied
- watching you melt when you get excited and helpless
- wrapping my fist in your hair as you suck me
- holding you tight as your orgasm breaks over you
- holding you close as you come down from a scene
- seeing your reaction when I tell you we're going to do something like that again, right now
I've missed you, angel. I'm glad that I'm not going to be quite as busy now. Here's hoping we can make up for lost time.
posted at 07:46 AM ::
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