🫧Chloe's Curiosities Captivated🫦

[UsuallyPresent]

Feeling the warmth, the tension growing, the quiet desperate noises building slowly beyond care. The willingness, the wantoness, the sheer NEED overwhelming any self-consciousness or fear, building, building evermore... Hearing breathing catch, feeling pulse accelerating, tremors growing and muscles locking unconcerned about anything else,fully here, now, under the flow of overwhelming sensation. .

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Devour Me

I prefer to give than receive. I prefer to worship and pleasure you until you burst where and how you want. However...

Sometimes, I want to give into the receiving. I want your mouth kissing, sucking, nipping and licking at my sex. I crave for my mind to shut off so that I can experience the heights you can bring me to. I want to lay there, my legs spread for you, or wrapped around you, as you show me exactly how you want to drink the elixir of lust that pours out of me.

I may struggle with this. It may not be the thing I want to do all the time. But, I yearn to do this with you all the same. I want to let you devour me until I cannot remember why I was anxious to begin with.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Feeling the warmth, the tension growing, the quiet desperate noises building slowly beyond care. The willingness, the wantoness, the sheer NEED overwhelming any self-consciousness or fear, building, building evermore... Hearing breathing catch, feeling pulse accelerating, tremors growing and muscles locking unconcerned about anything else,fully here, now, under the flow of overwhelming sensation. .

This was a beautiful addition thank you

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Overture

Grab me. Caress me. Touch me. Hold me. Kiss me.

It's the build up. The softer music slowly building. I want to reach the crescendo of this song with you. But first, compose with me the parts leading up to it that make it so impactful. The softer sounds that harmonize in ways that make our song so sweet.

Every gaze into each other's eyes as our hands dare to touch more bravely writes gentle notes across our sheet. Let it build, slowly. Let us explore the depths of this song only we can hear and write together.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Trusted Embrace

For the right person, I'll listen. I'll be a good girl. I'll smile and nod and happily strip down. My neck will welcome the embrace of your hand. My body will move where, when and how you tell it.

When one hand is exploring my depths, the other remains on my neck, reminding me to whom I belong. Reminding us both that I've allowed you this control as I lose myself to your touch.

When you pin me down, maintaining that control, my face will betray me. The joy will be apparent. The desire will be written in my teeth marks left on my lower lip. All while your hand remains where it belongs, reminding me that I belong.

And when you finally enter me, claim me, that hand may stray to caress and hold me. But, when I tilt my head back from the pleasure you provide, the happiness you drive into me, your hand will go back to embrace me. Gently yet powerfully, right across my throat, laid bare just for you.

 

[BrendaBear]

Trusted Embrace

For the right person, I'll listen. I'll be a good girl. I'll smile and nod and happily strip down. My neck will welcome the embrace of your hand. My body will move where, when and how you tell it.

When one hand is exploring my depths, the other remains on my neck, reminding me to whom I belong. Reminding us both that I've allowed you this control as I lose myself to your touch.

When you pin me down, maintaining that control, my face will betray me. The joy will be apparent. The desire will be written in my teeth marks left on my lower lip. All while your hand remains where it belongs, reminding me that I belong.

And when you finally enter me, claim me, that hand may stray to caress and hold me. But, when I tilt my head back from the pleasure you provide, the happiness you drive into me, your hand will go back to embrace me. Gently yet powerfully, right across my throat, laid bare just for you.

I absolutely love it when you write like that. It is though you are describing my thoughts and feelings … just far better than I ever can.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Not the Rain

I am one person,
and who that is tends to be
way too much for many
or never enough for some.

It’s not that I try to please everyone—
that’s an impossible feat.
Too soft-spoken, too loud,
too sad, too upbeat—
I am either a lot
or barely someone.

When I try to explain who I am,
there's nods, affirmations, understanding—
there's corrections, denials, misbranding.
I am seen, yet seen through,
right where I stand.

I am flowers, and I am thorns.
Sun and rain equally embraced,
yet too much of either
makes me waste.
Parts of me avoided,
the rest put on display.

Or perhaps I am the rain—
falling where I see fit
on any given day.
Some praise me,
begging me to stay.
Others curse me,
blaming me for their pain.

Yes—
the rain is me, and I am her.
Loved until I am inconvenient.
Umbrellas rise like quiet betrayals,
shields against my falling.
They beg me in silent pleas
as I block their sun.

But I am not the rain.
I am a girl—
fragile, cracked, scarred, afraid—
forced into a life of almost belonging,
of always being in the way.

I am not the rain,
because when you ask me to,
I'll go.


P.S. I am not a poet by any means, although I am trying to find my poetic voice. This was simply an emotional and creative outlet.

 

[LordofDargaardkeep]

P.S. I am not a poet by any means, although I am trying to find my poetic voice. This was simply an emotional and creative outlet.

And a very beautifully written piece of work.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

And a very beautifully written piece of work.

Oh, gosh, thank you

 

[LordofDargaardkeep]

Oh, gosh, thank you

No need to thank me. It seemed very authentic and written from the heart.
We should be thanking you for sharing it with us.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Sometimes, our hands on each other feels like a game that only we know the rules to.

Play with me?

 

[UsuallyPresent]

Touch, the first sense we get, is incredibly deeply woven into our psyche.

 

[olivererekt]

Not the Rain

I am one person,
and who that is tends to be
way too much for many
or never enough for some.

It’s not that I try to please everyone—
that’s an impossible feat.
Too soft-spoken, too loud,
too sad, too upbeat—
I am either a lot
or barely someone.

When I try to explain who I am,
there's nods, affirmations, understanding—
there's corrections, denials, misbranding.
I am seen, yet seen through,
right where I stand.

I am flowers, and I am thorns.
Sun and rain equally embraced,
yet too much of either
makes me waste.
Parts of me avoided,
the rest put on display.

Or perhaps I am the rain—
falling where I see fit
on any given day.
Some praise me,
begging me to stay.
Others curse me,
blaming me for their pain.

Yes—
the rain is me, and I am her.
Loved until I am inconvenient.
Umbrellas rise like quiet betrayals,
shields against my falling.
They beg me in silent pleas
as I block their sun.

But I am not the rain.
I am a girl—
fragile, cracked, scarred, afraid—
forced into a life of almost belonging,
of always being in the way.

I am not the rain,
because when you ask me to,
I'll go.


P.S. I am not a poet by any means, although I am trying to find my poetic voice. This was simply an emotional and creative outlet.

Selbst in deutscher Übersetzung ein wundervoller, poetischer Text.

 

[LordofDargaardkeep]

Where are you @Chloe_Harper ? We miss you!
(and this laundry is really starting to pile up)

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Painfully Pleasured

Pinch and tug on my nipples. Pull them hard. Find the boundary between pleasure and pain and dance down it over and over.

Use your fingers. I know how gentle they can be, but I want to feel their power too.

Use some toys. Adorn me with the jewelry that will allow you to explore the control I'm gifting you over the deliciously painful pleasure.

Use your teeth. Tug on them with bites that pull the sounds of ecstasy right from my depths. Sink into your primal nature for a moment as I dare you to leave marks behind.

Play with me.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Selbst in deutscher Übersetzung ein wundervoller, poetischer Text.

Oh, thank you

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Where are you @Chloe_Harper ? We miss you!
(and this laundry is really starting to pile up)

Hire a maid

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Too Heavy

I struggle in the quiet,
Not in the dark, but in the light.
I need to break out of this unseen cage,
Extend these wings and escape my blight.

Cooped up with nowhere to go,
This sadness burrows in deep.
It drains and drains and drains and drains,
Leaving me unable to to take a step, let alone a leap.

And yet, with how it empties me
And left without strength, I feel heavy.
My body nothing more than a weight,
Holding me down, unable to break any levee.

But my burdens are mine to hold,
No need to bother others, just suffer alone.
Fading in and out—trying to reign it all in—
As this melancholy, this despair, seeps into my bones.

There is no cure, for this body or mind,
Waiting, once again, knowing—hoping—it won't last.
It will, then will return, this infuriating cycle.
For now, I'll sink into the shadows, a desperate need for this to pass.

 

[NakedStoryLover]

Too Heavy

I struggle in the quiet,
Not in the dark, but in the light.
I need to break out of this unseen cage,
Extend these wings and escape my blight.

Cooped up with nowhere to go,
This sadness burrows in deep.
It drains and drains and drains and drains,
Leaving me unable to to take a step, let alone a leap.

And yet, with how it empties me
And left without strength, I feel heavy.
My body nothing more than a weight,
Holding me down, unable to break any levee.

But my burdens are mine to hold,
No need to bother others, just suffer alone.
Fading in and out—trying to reign it all in—
As this melancholy, this despair, seeps into my bones.

There is no cure, for this body or mind,
Waiting, once again, knowing—hoping—it won't last.
It will, then will return, this infuriating cycle.
For now, I'll sink into the shadows, a desperate need for this to pass.

Not sad, but here. I'll still be here when you can come out

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Sometimes, it's not that I want or need a Daddy, exactly. What I need and want is someone who can be a caregiver. Hold me on his lap, play with my hair, drag his fingers along my back. Not just because I need it, but because he also needs it. "Daddy" is simply a title. I don't have to call anyone that, not if it won't hold the weight it should have. I don't have to have a lap to sit on if it only means something to me. But...

I do long for that feeling. Just, being held and cared for.

 

[Chloe_Harper]

Not sad, but here. I'll still be here when you can come out

 

[UnquietDreams]

Too Heavy

I struggle in the quiet,
Not in the dark, but in the light.
I need to break out of this unseen cage,
Extend these wings and escape my blight.

Cooped up with nowhere to go,
This sadness burrows in deep.
It drains and drains and drains and drains,
Leaving me unable to to take a step, let alone a leap.

And yet, with how it empties me
And left without strength, I feel heavy.
My body nothing more than a weight,
Holding me down, unable to break any levee.

But my burdens are mine to hold,
No need to bother others, just suffer alone.
Fading in and out—trying to reign it all in—
As this melancholy, this despair, seeps into my bones.

There is no cure, for this body or mind,
Waiting, once again, knowing—hoping—it won't last.
It will, then will return, this infuriating cycle.
For now, I'll sink into the shadows, a desperate need for this to pass.

I wish Lit had better reactions. "Thumbs up" seems so banal, and "heart eyes" is absolutely not appropriate, but it is as close as it comes.

Thank you for your transparency, your honesty, and your bravery. This is powerful and beautiful, just as you are.