Passion

A post for National Poetry Day.

 

Passion

Passion
Unconstrained and uncontrolled
Frantic, desperate
Kisses that blend souls.
Hands touching, tearing
At each others flesh;
A need that cannot be delayed
That must instantly be met.
Bodies lost in pleasure
Yet seeking hungrily for more,
To sink into each others depths
And find themselves anew.
Complete annihilation
Or rebirth of the soul,
No one is unchanged
By this sacrifice of all.
Surrender to emotion,
To the most physical of needs,
Triumph in the glory,
That erotic release gives.
Be only in this moment
Yourself and other, now
Coupled and self-centred
In most exquisite joy.
Reaching for the infinite
Forever out of reach
Driven ever deeper
By passion’s endless kiss.

© Caitlin 2013

Wanting To Whip Him

A quiet moment, my Boy and I alone together. He suggests I whip him later and I know, oh, how I know that I need to do just that.

Time passes slowly until we can, until other obligations met, he comes to me in frilly panties and I am waiting for him with my toys.

I pull his panties down and give him six strokes with a crop to warm us both up. Then I take up my flogger. It’s gentle enough that I know he can take it for as long as I can give. Then eventually I switch back to the crop. Harder now, this is meant to hurt.

It’s not enough. I don’t want to stop, I want to keep going. If I didn’t think he’d get bored I’d happily flog him for hours. I need to, I want to.

It’s my relaxation, my meditation. It’s our connection, our space, our time. It’s my way of saying I love him. I’m aching to pick up my flogger again soon.

My Selfish Lust

My sexual desire seems to have turned inwards recently. I’m feeling sexy, but not necessarily with or for anyone. Partly I feel I’m not getting it quite right with my sexual partners. I can’t seem to line up my desires with actual sex. Perhaps because what I want is so specific, or just because some days these things don’t come together.

What I want for myself right now is pleasure. I want physical sensation that overwhelms me and leaves me dazed, sticky and happy. I want delight, obsession and intensity.

I also don’t want to have to please someone else. I don’t want to have to work at bringing someone else off. I don’t want to have to do things to entertain them. I want to be the centre of attention. I want to be pleasured and adored all without having to lift a finger.

Perhaps you think, being a Domme, I should have all this already? But I don’t want to command obedience either, I don’t want mere mechanical service, that would be little more than masturbation and that I can do for myself.
Plus I don’t see being a Domme as the right to be selfish; on the contrary if my Boy gives up his pleasure to me then I am the more responsible for supplying it to him.

What I want is an unprompted desire to please me, the knowledge and confidence to do so without direction or prompting and an enthusiasm that allows me to relax, to let go, to float on waves of pleasure wherever they may take me.

Selfish? Yes. But that’s where my desires are taking me right now. So for now, they’re taking me there alone.

Enjoying The Snow (And My Bitch)

Scooped SnowIt was a weekend that started early, when we were sent home from work by the snow. My boy was there, eager, slutty, ready to play. I teased him gently, wanking his cock, enjoying his mood and not wanting to end it too soon. I didn’t intend for him to cum just yet.  While we played the snow still fell outside.

Our teasing play continued into Saturday and with it came further fantasies and plans. When Mat came, when I finally let him cum, I was going to catch his spunk in my hand and feed it to him. I dragged my hand across his mouth for illustration and he lapped eagerly at it.

The tension built around us, desire and frustration pouring through us. I fucked him with a glass toy and then with my strap-on, still building our fantasies. When he came, after he came, I was going to rape him. I was going to fuck him with my big blue strap-on until it hurt, until he cried out in pain. I still didn’t let him cum.
I lay back on the bed and wanked myself, my head full of our fantasies, I came hard and quickly. He looked on, seeing how much I enjoyed that fantasy. He knew his fate was sealed.

On Sunday, I sent him to get smooth. To prepare his body for me, to prepare his boy-cunt, making it look inviting and eager. I inspected his handiwork, loving the feel of his naked flesh under my hands. Desire flooded through us and we clung closely to each other. Still he had not cum and I would make him wait a little longer.
We went out together, into the snowy world, to meet friends. Under his clothes he wore pink panties. He was my bitch and he would remember it. I had tucked my strap-on into my hand bag although I didn’t know if I’d get a chance to use it.

On our way home we pulled over into a lay-by. He stripped off to show me the panties he wore, pushing the car seat back to lie there, my slut, full of desire. I stroked his hard cock and tweaked his nipples. The car was almost too hot, the heating turned up full. I thought of the cold outside. I opened the car door and reached down to the untrodden snow outside. I scooped up a handful and scattered it over my boy’s naked body then played with his cock as he rubbed the snow over his chest.
Again and again I fetched handfuls of snow until his torso was soaking wet. Each fresh handful brought gasps of pleasure and pain as I scattered it over his body and rubbed it against him until it melted.
I let Mat wank his cock as I brought yet more snow in, until he came suddenly, almost without warning, into my cold and waiting hand. True to my word, I smeared his spunk into his mouth and he licked it up.

Then I turned, and pulled my strap-on from my bag. I strapped it on quickly and he turned and knelt on the seat. I came and knelt behind him. I forced my cock into him and pounded him as he whimpered, my brave, beautiful bitch, taking what was given.

I watched the lights of the cars as they drove past us and wondered what the drivers would have thought if they knew what was going on in the lay-by as they passed. My boy and I were together, our weekend completed with a promise kept. My bitch put in his place, owned and loved.
We were very happy with the snow.

Sleepless Nights

I awoke in the night.
I lay in bed wanting to slip back into sleep but as the minutes passed sleep moved further away.
My mind wandered to thoughts of my bitch, on his knees, bent over, while I pounded him with my big blue cock.
The physical desire was intense.  My boy however was far away, such a desire unmeetable, so I had to content myself with imagination. With slipping my mind as far into the fantasy as I was able. I let him know what I was thinking via text before I settled down to try and get back to sleep; a restless sleep full of frustrated dreams.

The next night I snuggled down in Mat’s bed long before he was ready to go to sleep. He came and curled up next to me for a little but he seemed reluctant to be intimate and I didn’t want to push him. He went back to his activities and I drifted off gently into sleep.

As is common for us, as I drifted back towards wakefulness at the end of a sleep cycle he finally came to bed. He lay down next to me and guided my hand over his naked, smooth body. Freshly shaved, I knew what that implied and I instantly wanted him.
I jokingly accused him of teasing (I didn’t mean it to remain a tease) and he denied it.
“If I was teasing I’d push my cunt out at you.” he purred, suiting the action to the words.
I reached out to stroke the inviting curve of his bottom but he pulled away.
“You have to sleep” he told me, “you have to get up for work”. Desire warred with rationality and reluctantly I lay still and tried to sleep. As I lay there listening to his breathing deepen my tension increased. The craving to take him growing stronger with every slow second. I remembered another time this desire had filled me and how I had needed to wear my strap-on and make it part of me before I could rest. I sat up in bed wide awake, watching Mat sleep  and wondering if merely wearing it would be enough.

I had reached the point when sleep was impossible. I got out of bed and pulled open the drawer where it lay.
Mat heard the noise and rolled over muttering about my needing to sleep as he did so. He was lying on his side now, his bottom turned towards me. As I strapped on my dildo I knew I had to fuck him, only that would calm my sleepless excitement.

As I threw back the duvet and positioned my cock against him he was still protesting and then, between heartbeats, as I pushed against him he moaned in eager acceptance. Suddenly he was all slut and I was keen to have him. I slid inside him and we were both lost in the moment. Here was my boy, my bitch, moaning and whimpering under me with eager acceptance. I pressed deep into him with gasps of pleasure.

Later, a pause for breath and I slid out of him. I swapped dildos now to wear the blue one; so much larger than the other. Mat knelt on the bed, head lowered, arms stretched out in front of him. A sight so beautiful that it takes my breath away. I heard him gasp as I pushed my way into him, pounding his cunt and hearing his tiny cries rise steadily in pitch.
This was my boy. His cunt mine to plunder whenever I please and I was pleased.

At last, sated, I stopped. Our relationship sealed, I settled down to sleep.
A sweet, dreamless sleep. Sleeping soundly until just before it was time to wake. The perfect, refreshing sleep of a happy Domme.

Perpetual Passion

There was tension to start with, desire waiting to bubble over, an unspoken intention. But life is busy, the hours grow late, there are so many reasons why that desire might go unfulfilled.

Then he held me in his arms. Like a dam bursting, passion spilled out and all tiredness was forgotten. With eager kisses I found myself on my back, legs in the air, his cock poised to fill me. He checked that I was ready and then thrust forward, deeply, making me gasp.

He fucked me hard, deeply, gazing into my eyes until my emotion flooded over into tears of love. When we were breathless I thought we might have finished but as I curled on my side he took me again. We twisted into a pair of scissors, facing each other, our bodies interlocked yet barely touching.

When we paused again to open the window and let in some cooler air I rolled onto my front, expecting rest but in a moment he was behind and above me making me gasp and moan. My hand snaked under me and I rubbed my fingers into my soaking pussy as he plunged into me until I came.

Tiredness finally beginning to catch up with us we nestled close. His voice full of passion as he twisted fantasies around me as I continued to play with myself until I came again.

His passion was clearly not yet spent and I wondered briefly how long this cycle of desire could last. Still we needed sleep and I knew that orgasm would calm him. So I took my turn to feed him with fantasies and watched him stroking his cock until he, lying back as I sat above him, came in shuddering gasps of pleasure.

Finally, we lay down together and let sleep claim us.

We woke in the morning and passion flared anew as if never spent. In a too brief moment we revelled in it together before facing the day. That intensity filled my heart and fills it still.

My lover fills me with desire and pleasure and a love that does not end.

I Am Craving…

I’m craving submission; my boy’s submission to me.
I’m longing for his abandonment to his senses.
I’m dreaming of seeing him wild and passionate and lost in the pleasure of the moment.
I’m lusting for the feel of his body under my hands and the resistance of his boy-cunt as I push my strap-on deep inside him.
I’m aching to pin him down and wrap my hands around his throat and watch as he surrenders his breath to me.
I’m yearning for each whimper, each gasp he makes as I take him and hold him.

I’m wanting the rush of pleasure that comes from knowing he’s mine.
I’m needing the release that comes from being purely with him in the moment; his Domme, his owner, his lover.
I’m craving my boy.