Author: beautifullybrkn

I am here. I am yours. We both have known, it’s been no secret, and yet, somehow mutual understanding isn’t enough for you. So, I am here, compliant and composed, adorned on one of your favorite toys. I’m sitting, my back stretched in a lean. My arms, fettered out to my sides horizontally as my shoulder blades and head rest against the warming leather pad. The stark opposite, cold, unforgiving straps secure me in place, binding me to you. My soul is naked as my breasts rise and fall with every breath. My upper body is fully exposed to you, at your disposal no matter how soft or hard your desire. No matter how light or dark your needs. Read more »

Oh sweet girl, don’t you know how much power you have? When you drop to your knees, when you look into his eyes. Don’t you know how badly he wants exactly what you’re willing to give. When you take his rigid form into your hands and admire it like a fine art piece. When you wrap your lips around his shaft and draw out his life source with your tongue. You are the most powerful being in that moment. Not just because of your ability to cripple him with your touch. Not just because he wants you to cripple him. But because he freely gives himself to you and nothing else will satisfy his dark appetite.

So you want to hurt me? But you’re a good man.

So you want to mark my skin? But you’re a nice man.

So you want to make me cry? But you’re a hard working family man.

I know the real man behind the mask. I know the dark desires you have. I want you to hurt me. I want you to mark my skin. I want you to make me cry. Then I want you to feel how wet it makes me and take what is rightfully yours with how hard it makes you.

Countless times you have ushered me to the edge. I thought I could predict the fall, that moment I’d lose all of my control. You deliver torturous pleasure and feign innocence as if you are just the messenger. Your darkness cloaked behind a smile. No, not just the messenger. You are the orchestrator of this lust. The truth….a dark flame can never be extinguished once you have taken it to the deepest depths. You touch me and instantly I’m yours. Lost to the world. I’m at the edge once again and I’m ready for you to pull me back like every time before. Somehow, at your whim, I have come to long for the anguish, you’ve made it feel so sweet. However, this time is different. This time you push me over the edge and a fire is lit in every single cell of my existence. Time is fractured around me as seconds feel like millennia and yet the seconds still aren’t long enough. The fire spills over, there was never a chance of containment. I grasp onto your body to stay grounded in the explosion. Darkness filled with light, it’s blinding. My chest, rising and falling. I can hear and feel myself breathing, reclaiming my humanity. But the truth….I covet the breathless immortality for which you are my escort.

I lay spent, the moonlight caressing my skin. Retracing steps in my mind to find my way back to reality. Every touch, every kiss, every heavy breath stealing me away. Some days it’s as if I may never return, lost forever in the depths of ecstasy. I cling to the sound of your voice, it’s the only thing that keeps me tethered when I’m thrust into endless possible worlds crafted by my own dark desires.

Look me in the eyes as I fervently fall to my knees for you. Witness reverence as my hands carefully reveal your body to me. I savor disrobing what I desire; I’m longing yet patient. Your skin is hot against my own, I’m desperate to feel every inch of you. My chest rises and falls in a shallow manor, I’m breathless, yearning for you. My lips and tongue caress your member with the sentiment of the most faithful prayer. Please do not deny me or forsake me. Indulge me while I worship on my knees for you.

Skin kissed by the sun peaking through the clouds.
Skin yearning to get closer to the teasing warmth.

Hands and fingers explore, safely hidden in garden dwelling.
Hands and fingers slowly connect with the most sensitive places.

Exquisite desire is ignited.
Flames burn uncontrollably behind closed eyes.

Fingertips craft a story between legs.
Fingertips coax a wanton memory to be written.

Mother Nature is untamed and breathtaking.
Mother Nature opens the heavens and the rain falls.

Skin glistening from the release.
Mind, body, and soul given new life and a thirst is quenched.

He thought of her neck and yearned for the feeling of this vulnerable body part beneath his hand. He imagined them together, his fingers lacing over her skin just below her chin. Her blood quickens in her veins. She trusts him, and yet, the more his palm tightens, the more aroused she becomes; the more danger seduces her and wraps around her mind, body, and soul just as tight.

Her pulse is unbridled as he pulls her face to him, so close, nearly kissing her but not yet giving her what she desires. Her eyes are pleading with him for more. He knows the moment he gives in his pulse will match hers and they will create the most beautiful chaos.

Your touch makes me weak. Don’t stop touching me, I never want to be strong again.

Your smell, it intoxicates me. I want to be drunk off of you and create the strongest of memories tethered to you.

Your eyes, the way you look at me, the fire and desire. You disrobe me with your eyes and I become whole.

Your voice, it carries me home. Command me and I am yours forever.

Your taste is my drug. I’m addicted and there is no possibility of rehabilitation.