It’s that time again
When we have to put our toys away
Because the weekend is over
Happy Monday!
~SW

Note to self…
When Sir says he is going to take you to a place where you can enjoy some quiet inner reflection, chances are you will NOT be going to church.
Although, you may, very well, at some point be screaming to the heavens and calling out to a higher power.
I’ve never thought of myself as someone’s ‘higher power’.
But, hey, whatever works for you!
;-)
~SW

There is resignation and boredom in her eyes — what a shame.
Where some see resignation and boredom,
others see acceptance and willingness.
Either way, once that collar is secured,
I’m sure her facial expression will change.
~SW
This gets to me — there could be a few different things going on — all of them wonderful.
What’s with that collar?
It needs to be tightened up several notches.
~SW
Touching…
My fingers are lightly stroking you
I hear you moan
I feel you push towards Me wanting more contact
I watch your body shudder with each breath
Your heat growing
Your wetness spreading
Struggling against the ropes on your wrists and ankles
Looking into your eyes
Flickering with excitement - fear - lust - anticipation - desire -
With a smile of approval on My face
I lean over your naked, exposed body
your taught nipples press into My chest
My mouth hovers next to your ear
Hoarsely I whisper
“I’m gonna go watch the hockey game.
Don’t go anywhere.
I’ll be back later.”
After the ‘snick’ of the door latch
You hear a sadistic chuckle fade down the hall
~SW