Author: StrongSylentType

We met online.

I can still recall it. A casual comment, a response, then another. Such a small beginning.

That first conversation, and so many that followed. Like two stars passing in orbit, circling, compelled by our own gravity, drawing ever closer.

Until we met.

How we had talked, bared our souls. Now here we are, and not a single word needed. I enter, look at you, approach, stand before you. Feel your presence as you feel mine, before holding you at last.

I break the warmth of our embrace. Have you stand right there. Walk slowly around you. Admire you. My eyes drinking you in, my fingertips gently touching what so long I’ve wanted from afar.

I step closer, almost touching. The heat of our bodies, and the steady gaze of your eyes up into mine. Communication, without words.

I take your hand. Lead you from the room. I sit, and have you kneel before me, the prettiest of presents.

You lay your head on my lap, my thigh. My arms embrace you, surround you. Holding all of you. My hand stroking your hair, from scalp to nape, as you melt into me. Everything fading away under the repetition of my fingers over you. Read more »

You’re a good girl. Always doing the right thing. Always caring, loving, giving of yourself.

It’s hard to release the weight of that role. To give voice to those other parts of you. The ones you don’t really like to think about. That jar your peace of mind when they intrude, unprompted.

I know.

You’ve never told me about them. You just couldn’t. In the light of day, to acknowledge such thoughts, to put them in to words, to speak them aloud. You can’t.

But you don’t have to. I know.

So when you give yourself to me, there’s no need to say a word. You’re a good girl after all.

I take your body, pleasure you. But I’m inside your mind most of all. I know that secret thought, and I know when you need it. I bide my time, push you onward.

I sense when you’re ready. The way you move against me, your need. It’s time, but carefully. I test you, secret words whispered against your ear so softly.

Your breathing and the way you clench me tell me everything I need to know. You don’t have to say a word. You don’t have to admit a thing to yourself. I know. Read more »