Current Mood:

Current Mood:

Falling into her arms, pressing my face along her chest, and listening to her tell me that she’ll protect and care for me. Even the strongest of us need to hear it from time to time.

When we talk with friends, the naughty thoughts happen. What I really crave is those moments of holding her hand, fingers absently caressing the others hand.

Current Mood

Throughout the day I have been thinking a great many things, but currently, my mood is to follow her upstairs to our room, let her start to change but stop her mid process, bend her over the bed, lift her skirt, and take her. Hard, and deep. The kind where no words are needed, just raw feeling of need that she drives in me.

I love those nights, the ones she says little with words but volumes in non verbals. In those moments, all you can do is submit.

Current Mood:

Waking up next to her in the middle of the night. Moving up close and letting my hand start to explore her body. Kiss her slow, along her shoulder while moving in subtle ways. Let her wake up to the sensations until we are both half awake and needing each other.

When you lay on me,

Skin to skin,

It's right where you should be,

Anywhere else is a sin.

She loves to show off her feet. I think it's all about how she does that gets me going...

No my little Brat, I said open...

I don't care who could see...

He opened the door to find her already naked and ready for him. He let it stay like that, making sure should anyone walk by they would see the state she was in.

Slowly, he walked in and let the door close behind him. His eyes moved to hers, holding them as each step brought him closer. Turning until she pressed up against the wall. 

His hands reached out to feel her, to sense the tremble in her body with him so close. “Tonight, you will serve me. But I promise, when you wake in the morning, you will remember every touch, every kiss, every moan that passes your lips.”

She shuddered at the thought and knew he was right.

There is magic in the way she comes it sit over me with the slightest of tugs. That knowing she wants to be there as much as I *need* her there.