The longing. The breathless hold. Finally-the touch. The pleasure comes in waves. Pushing out my thoughts of doubts and clutter. Concentrating on the moment, the touch. The littlest moan escapes as all focus is centered on – the touch.
Master, Thank you.
I adore your touch. I long for your touch. The feeling of being found in a sea of chaos. The feeling of total submission. The totality of my desires aligned with yours. Taken, without a doubt of being Yours. Continually and always.
The reassurance through- the touch.