take a number

Do you want to know me,
or do you just want to fuck?
I mean, let's be honest here, shall we?
We are both adults.

This pretending to care for my soul,
as a way to get me to bare my skin for you,
...is sickening.
And the EXACT reason why you will never see me,
Outside or In.

So take a number, get in line.
(It never moves, by the way!)
You're not the first,
and I am positive you won't be the last,
to try this game with me.

Do you really want to know me?
Because that is where all the best of me lies.
But let's me honest here, shall we?
You really just want to fuck.

Drink You Away

the solitude enveloped her
--or was it the vodka,
the cheap kind that burned out any lingering feelings.
but eventually they all did that, and
sunrise was going to hurt

you won't know this

all those years ago how could we know,
that i'd be sitting here and you sitting there,
in your chair staring down a wall,
while i tried so hard to call you without,
ever picking up the phone.  

the times that separates us.
the hate for what never was.
the passion screamed out in wordless noise,
and yes, i cried those tears for you.
you never knew,
and never will know this.  

and the time keeps moving along us,
gliding past our vacant stares to space,
wishing there was a place where,
i could look at you and you i,
and caress the sighs that escape those lips.  

but a shoulder is to be turned,
and the whole world can be burned,
before we ever admit our search is futile,
in others smile,
for yours is the one i yearn,
though i won't tell
and you won't know this.  

all those years ago and how could we know,
that you'd be sitting there and i sitting here,
in my chair staring down a wall,
wishing so hard you'd call for me but never,
hearing anything at all.

slave

... I crave hands, not batteries.
Teeth and breath, not plastic.

Have you ever touched yourself while talking to me?

I might have back when...
You could make me react without having to.

We did connect a bit.

Ya, just a little. ;)

Come crawl in my lap.

I would in a heart beat.

Why do I get the feeling you would do much of what I crave?

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

You tell me... is it?
To me it is beautiful, but you knew that.

*smiles*
It's like I am supposed to... need to, want to...

I lay in bed sometimes and wonder about why I see you nude before me.

Come up with any answers?

Slave comes to mind when I allow it to surface...
How often to you feel that side of yourself?

Only ever when talking to one person in particular have I ever felt more slave than just submissive.

Is that what haunts you? That feeling of being a slave?

The connection that it would take to make me so.

I don't think you have ever said no to me.

Nope, not even when you said you would push me to my limits... and even beyond.

Would you ever say no?

I have no desire to say no to you.
...and I don't know why. I have thought about it a lot.

connection

Did you let your mind wander today?

It does everyday.

What did you think on?

Little things throughout the day... wishing things were different.

Like touching, smelling, and feeling that connection...simple? You want to feel that collar don't you?

Yes. That is a pretty big hole inside lately.

Did you feel a little better doing as told last night? Even for a moment?

Yes, a little.

It's just not wanting to do, it's that need. To be what is needed.

It's not even just the submission alone.. it's the whole picture that I am needing... a connection I am craving, along with the physical presence and giving of myself... all of it. Each part is sitting before me separately... none of it fills the void alone.

Friendship, companionship, the feel of someone in the house that cares, letting go and accepting where you need to be, having someone that gives a damn about you...

Yes..

Someone that values you... beyond anyone else.

Dammit, why do you always make me cry?

His eyes

Aria stole a peek with one eye. Shoes. He was still there... waiting. She could feel his eyes on her as she knelt at his feet. He hadn't said a word. He was just waiting, but he knew once she gained the courage to look into his eyes, she was his. For now, she could have her little streak of defiance, keeping her eyes squeezed shut, head bowed. She would look, sooner or later, she always did, and he was patient. Like many times before, she would turn her face to him, glancing at his face, his mouth, before finally settling her gaze on his eyes, and there she would stay... trapped. The courage would drain from her eyes to be replaced with a sweet simple pleading. A look he fed off of and would use to take her body to places she fantasized about in the deep dark recesses of her brain. He held her enthralled. Each blink of his eyes causing a momentary pause her life, like a little death, to be returned once those eyes held her again.

Hungry moods

I woke up hungry.

Hope I didn't wake you...

I'm okay, it will pass... always does. You are lucky you're not here.

Actually, I see it as I am unlucky I am not there.

You would be carrying the marks and feeling what I'd do to you for a while. I need to sleep I think.

Okay, my dear. I will try not to wake you again.

You are in a mood.

A mood?

I know I am, but you're in a touchy feely mood... a very submissive mood.

What makes yo say that?

Just what I felt.

I have been lately, yes.

Teeth raking across skin...

Yes, that and I want to lay my cheek on One's knee, a hand stroking my hair...

Is that all you yearn for?

No.

Did you mean to wake me that way?

I did not mean to wake you, but I was thinking of you... ... was listening to music.

Kneeling and nude, wanting.

Yes, ...the wanting. ...you have a way of turning that on full force... with your comments... questions...

I used to make you need to cum so easily.

Yes, you did.

I think I need to try and get my mind off taking you. ... I could dig my teeth into you though.

I need to sleep... ...cum for me tonight.

I will...

Good. I like that thought.