"good morning, Master."
 "good night, kitten."
 and in between?
 joy.
 desire, direction, and joy.
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 once again, i fell asleep without cumming. i touched myself thru my
 pink panties, and it was pleasant and comforting, but without your
 words guiding my hand i soon dropped off.  so i took my orgasm this
 morning. this time, it didn't take long. i thought or arriving at your
 apartment. you open the door. i stand there. you draw me inside.
 "Strip, kitten. and look me in the eyes the entire time."
 i obey. it is very powerful, very intimate, all the thoughts and
 feelings from months and months of invisible communion passing between
 us.
 i am naked.
 "kneel, kitten."
 you take me through my catechism.
 "whose mouth is this, kitten?"
 "yours, Master. this mouth is yours."
 "whose nipples are these, kitten?"
 "yours, Master."
 "and this cunt, dripping honey, whose cunt is this?"
 "yours master, this cunt is yours and yours alone."
 softly:
 "who owns you, kitten?"
 with deep emotion:
 "You own me, John.
 You do.
 You know you do."
 and i came with a cry.
13 May 2007
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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2 comments:
Oatmeal Girl, Beautiful, thank you.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Beautiful with a tinge of sadness.
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