maybe this post belongs here. im not sure.
it is for sherry, my lit friend.
Dear sherry,
i like your name. sherry is such a sweet wine. i wold love to languidly undress you, unveiling the warm glow of your smooth skin, slowly, slowly, piece by piece. lie back on the bed.
feel my hands run over you body. just home from work. no one here but us. just us and our hot secret. lie back for me. relax into that sweet realm of heat that bubbles up from within. raise you hands above your head , yes just like that. reach over your head. let me wrap your wrists in soft silky fabric. feel that shudder pass over you. the thrill of giving in to your desire, your deep dark desire. the one you dont mention even to your husband. i would be o good with him anyway. you need huim for safety, for comfort. this is an impulse toward the opposite of safty and comfort. this kisses the land of safty and comfort farewell.
so lift your arms
feel the silky fabric wrapping around your wrists. feel your arms drawn upward, tied, secured, tight.
exhale.
give up thoughts of autonomy.
you are no longer free.
you are now giveing yoruself over, givign over your mind, your body, your soul.
at this moment you can feel the weight of your decision. the heat of it burns you. you feel the embers glow deep within.
feel lust fanning the flames.
feel the layers being burned away.
the good woman
the wife
the mother
the good daughter
all that you once were
burning
consumed by the flames of lust
feel it
feel how it burns between your legs
yes
thats it
place your ankles where they need to be so that they may be tied as well
very good
you understand
now the blindfold
the lack of sight will highten your other senses, will intensify the scents, the sounds, the texture warmth touch all of it
so much more so than in ordinary life
so much more that it was a short while ago. such a short time ago, you were who you thought you were. a good woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter,,,, but now
now
you are something else
you quiver in anticipation
feel your ankles being bound. pulled, tight.
spreadeagled
on the bed
scissors cutting fabric
up your right leg
slicing the scrub bottoms
now the left
cutting upward
the air cool on your warm skin
now the cool metal works up the center of your scrub top
cutting
slicing
cloth pulled aside
another snip and you bra pops
for one second you think of the cost of the bra, for one second only, for then you feel a mouth
wet
warm
lips
upon your flesh
you tremble
shuddering involuntarily
the warm feeling of yeailding overcomes you
overwhelms your body, your mind, your soul.
you feel the truth of this
the reality of this
so much more stark
so much more real
that the life you just left behind
yes
feel it
the thrill of giving over
of yeilding
succumbing
to desire
to lust
giving up autonomy
your very selfhood abandonded
you are now an object
an animal
nothing more
an animal with raging desire
desire to be taken
to be owned
to be made into what you know you already are
yes
feel it
shudder with the delicious knowledge that you have found someone who understands
someone who can help you
yes
i am here
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
it is for sherry, my lit friend.
Dear sherry,
i like your name. sherry is such a sweet wine. i wold love to languidly undress you, unveiling the warm glow of your smooth skin, slowly, slowly, piece by piece. lie back on the bed.
feel my hands run over you body. just home from work. no one here but us. just us and our hot secret. lie back for me. relax into that sweet realm of heat that bubbles up from within. raise you hands above your head , yes just like that. reach over your head. let me wrap your wrists in soft silky fabric. feel that shudder pass over you. the thrill of giving in to your desire, your deep dark desire. the one you dont mention even to your husband. i would be o good with him anyway. you need huim for safety, for comfort. this is an impulse toward the opposite of safty and comfort. this kisses the land of safty and comfort farewell.
so lift your arms
feel the silky fabric wrapping around your wrists. feel your arms drawn upward, tied, secured, tight.
exhale.
give up thoughts of autonomy.
you are no longer free.
you are now giveing yoruself over, givign over your mind, your body, your soul.
at this moment you can feel the weight of your decision. the heat of it burns you. you feel the embers glow deep within.
feel lust fanning the flames.
feel the layers being burned away.
the good woman
the wife
the mother
the good daughter
all that you once were
burning
consumed by the flames of lust
feel it
feel how it burns between your legs
yes
thats it
place your ankles where they need to be so that they may be tied as well
very good
you understand
now the blindfold
the lack of sight will highten your other senses, will intensify the scents, the sounds, the texture warmth touch all of it
so much more so than in ordinary life
so much more that it was a short while ago. such a short time ago, you were who you thought you were. a good woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter,,,, but now
now
you are something else
you quiver in anticipation
feel your ankles being bound. pulled, tight.
spreadeagled
on the bed
scissors cutting fabric
up your right leg
slicing the scrub bottoms
now the left
cutting upward
the air cool on your warm skin
now the cool metal works up the center of your scrub top
cutting
slicing
cloth pulled aside
another snip and you bra pops
for one second you think of the cost of the bra, for one second only, for then you feel a mouth
wet
warm
lips
upon your flesh
you tremble
shuddering involuntarily
the warm feeling of yeailding overcomes you
overwhelms your body, your mind, your soul.
you feel the truth of this
the reality of this
so much more stark
so much more real
that the life you just left behind
yes
feel it
the thrill of giving over
of yeilding
succumbing
to desire
to lust
giving up autonomy
your very selfhood abandonded
you are now an object
an animal
nothing more
an animal with raging desire
desire to be taken
to be owned
to be made into what you know you already are
yes
feel it
shudder with the delicious knowledge that you have found someone who understands
someone who can help you
yes
i am here
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
