Existential You : thinking about [m]y Fall City, Washington love[F]est in the magical treehouse. Take me back.

I was home thinking about you. Feeling the distance between. Quietly missing what was momentarily mine. Feeling fortunate for the chance to have known such passion and connectedness. I was anxious to replicate that feeling again. Heavy with though. I wanted to walk it off. Exhaust some of my anxious energy.

It was raining lightly. I stepped out into the darkness. A cool breeze hit my face as the moisture in the air bathed my skin. Leaving a dewy layer of earthy wet sat on my brow. My heart is overwhelmed with the feeling of happiness. I close my eyes and allow myself to wander. Taking in the smells and sounds. Thrusting my mind back into the tall dark spaces we keep. Where just you and I meet. Entangled in a memory I cannot escape. My eyes water and my heart joyfully yearns at every thought. An unexpected surprise. Intelligence and vibration. A shared connection unlike I’ve felt before. The reality of the moment imprinted within all my senses. The heat of a glowing fire touching my back and warm blanket against my naked body. The smell of freshly wet moss and pine. Or maybe it was birch. Silly you. That sideways grin. Standing there in front of the dark backdrop of a quiet dream, blue eyes sparkling with the reflection of the flames. The sound of the rain and the creek flowing over the luscious green forest hidden beneath the darkness echo in my ears.

Impelling Alacrity : spanked and fucked while on a business trip in NY [FM]

I was getting anxious thinking about it. This handsome stranger. There was something mysterious and raw about him. A darkness that was magnetic. The kind of thing that I knew was so bad but I wanted it anyways. Perhaps it’s the side of me that is instinctively drawn to darkness. The idea of deliberate exposure to this intimidation, taking myself right to the edge and peering over before deciding to jump on. A thought so wildly appealing. It was weeks of amusing flirtation. Sexting. The brief phone calls in the dead of night just to hear each other’s voices. Staying up until the sunrise talking about life and love. Sharing our desires. Confessions. I tell him I seek attention, permission and guidance. I’m craving to be claimed or owned. I love to please and I’m ready to serve. I need a purpose.

He said, “you will call me Daddy when we play”. So assuredly. “If you’re going to submit to me you will need to follow my rules and given tasks. You will be mine and only mine. Do as I say within your limits until you’re ready to fully open up to me. You must be mine! Your purpose will be to serve me. I will be your Daddy. Your almighty. Your everything.”

Me Overflowing [fm]

I woke up in a sweat. Thinking of him. On my belly with my hard nipples brushing against the soft sheets. My pussy wet and throbbing. Soaked through my panties. I begin to blush. Biting my lips with a satisfied grin. A wave of recollect pouring over me. Into me. Filling me up. Like he fills me up. Every part of me overflowing.

The taste of him. Swirling in my mouth. Salty and sweet. Remembering one hand on his cock and another kneading his balls. As I lick the sticky from the tip of his swollen cock. Slowly moving my tongue up and down his rigid shaft. Then wrapping my lips around him. Taking him so deep his head hits the back of my throat. My mascara running down my blushing cheeks after my eyes water. He is fucking my face. His cock bouncing playfully in and out while my mouth fills with slobbering gags.

The sound of him. Moaning blissfully as he is growing in my mouth. Filling my ears and inspiring me to please him with my eager holes. Hands tangled in my hair. Grasping tightly as he is telling me he missed me. His perfect slave. His breathy declaration melting my will.

Perfervid Fucktoy. [FM]

Anything to please you Daddy. On my knees with your big cock throbbing in my tiny mouth. My eyes glossy and tearing as you gag me with quick excited thrusts. I mean it. With every part of me. Even the ticklish bits of wonder inside my mind. The dancing heart moving to a euphonic beat. You occupy my mind. Nights when my juicy warm pussy is painfully empty. Yearning to be filled again. Days when I’m hungry for our endless sweaty nights. My belly aches for you. Getting creamy at the thoughts. You, fucking me with every part of you. Treating me like your slutty princess until morning rises and the day begins to melt the evening dew off our skin. Burning my eyes with a feverish intensity to punish me for sacrificed sleep. I’d choose this moment every time. Never doubt.

Stolen Daddy [FM].

From the moment he walked into the room I was blushing. His eyes pierced my protective barrier and looked deeply into me. I felt wholly exposed. From skin to heart he was bathing me in his devious grin. Dark moody eyes covering me. His deep voice filling my ears and giving me chills. Instantly I wanted to have him all to myself but as unlikely as this encounter was, I’d have to share him with another. Or rather she was sharing with me. At least for a moment.

I was contemplating not going at all. But something willed me there. A last minute threesome turned foursome by fate or luck. The universe giving me a break from the parade of fun yet completely meaningless hook ups that I had shown up once again to entertain. This felt different from the start though. I just had to have him. A quick smoke and he was already making me squirm. My pussy getting juicy as he is showering me with excitement to play. And fucking me with his eyes.