To have a man touch me as so..To have a man treasure and love me.. To dream of such an event..

Nickelback : 'Photograph' Ok..so I was cleaning my apartment tonite when i heard this song, and then had to play it over and over again. I then got overwhelmed by the urge to look at past photos and laugh and cry..high school was...a challenge. I learned then that most people werent nice (went to a catholic school for 9 years then public high school) I was not prepared for the experience. I was more or less sheltered by nice people most of my life. The top right five are from kindergarten to my senior ball. The top left is growing up at my house in between, so are the bottom. Many phases, many years, many experiences..I learned that life ends, love dies. Your first kiss happens, then you think your first break up will end your life (so painful then so funny now) Grass fights with friends and siblings rocks...also the many games..red rover, hope to see the ghost tonight, hide and seek, tv tag, kiss and catch..those horrid ghost stories by the camp fire melting smores and knowing that the scariest thing in life was those ghosts. Being a virgin through high school and a "slut" at the same time..very comical. I learned how to defend myself in a proper lady like way and how to punch and step into it..lol That the school is full of backstabbers, the sluts were the cheerleaders, I was a jock ... track, indoor track, soccer, basketball, cross country... You realize the dangers of men, of what they greedily take.. Of how friends can be taken away from you in the blink of an eye forever, and your boyfriend, how you try to find answers at the bottom of a bottle and blame God for mistakes humans make. How well I know that. How I was the only girl in my class going on religious retreats through high school, while the others were partying and drinking...well there were those summer 4th of July parties...*chuckle* But still mostly innocent..no spin the bottle..although something along the name of Doctor? is that why I have such an aversion to them? haha Ok. so what else did i learn..oh that i chose to live on my own instead of my scholarships to college.. hey i was 17!

All that matters is here..in the heart and soul...

"If I Ain't Got You"ByAlicia Keys

Looking into the depths of his eyes, trying to find the truth,the way..the light...the distance gets further, the voices quieter, the darkness seeps in and takes hold of me, not wanting to let me go. reaching up to grab hold of something, anything to help..reaching into darkness..seeping in deeper..

"Broken - Featuring Amy Lee"BySeether


"Never There"ByStrata

The words touch me, the lyrics run deep, where was he when I needed him most, where were his comforting supporting arms, he said he would always be there for me, where was his love he promised would always he there..yet here I sit all alone, once again, just an emptiness consuming me, knowing if I call he will not be there, only being able to trust myself..my eyes close, the phone drops, the tears fall, the helplessness overtaking me, wanting to feel a comfortable numbness..needing to feel nothing, aching to close it up again under lock and key never to be opened again. knowing that all i ever wanted was his strong arms protecting me and truth in his words. he disappears into the night without a trace, coming to light at his convenience, expecting me to be there for him strong and untouched. knowing that anymore will lead him to breaking me. needing to find the strength within myself to move on and forget him, knowing he isnt good for me. he knows just how to play me, how to make me think we are one, close, in love, joined..then to get lost again in the shadows, leaving me to fend off the beasts alone.

Bleeding Hearts...........

Give Yourself to Me

I lay in bed, wishing you were here with me. I hear you in the bathroom. Eyes closed. I hear you turn on the water for the shower. I can picture you, in my minds eye, naked, reaching to adjust the water temperature. I feel desire rise in my belly. I climb out of bed, pulling my nightie up over my head, as I cross to the bathroom door. I can see you through the partially open door, as you step in under the water. I love to watch you, the way you move, and the way your muscles move, under your skin. You haven't noticed me yet. Naked, I watch you through the shower door, your head back, eyes closed as you let the spray rain down over your head. I quietly open the door and slip inside and close the door, but you sense me and you bring your head down opening your eyes. I smile up at you as I reach for you. The slow grin on your face tells me you welcome me, as you open your arms to me. My hands slide smoothly up your chest as I step into your arms, right up on my toes, for a kiss. The warm water runs over us. Your lips so soft, wet and hot cover my own, and I am yours. My body molds against yours. I feel your hardness against the softness of my belly and my heart skips a beat. You arouse me so easily. Your hands smooth down my back to under my backside, to grip me there, lifting me up higher and tighter against you. I moan into your mouth and I feel you smile. You know exactly, the effect you have on my senses. You overwhelm me; you flood my senses with lust and desire. You set fire to my blood, and you know it very well. Releasing my lips you begin to kiss my throat, continuing down to my breast, lifting me up like a child, I wrap my legs around your waist. Your lips close around my breast. My hands grip your shoulders, and I watch your mouth on me. I feel your tongue as it finds my nipple, then I feel you begin to suckle, and I moan. You release one breast only to capture the other in your wonderfully talented mouth. I can feel that sensation that pulls from my breast to my core. I can feel that melting sensation there, that tells me my body is preparing for you. I feel the ache, so sweet. I feel your hardness move up and down against my bottom. You release my breast and pull back to look down at me. You growl deep in your throat and step forward till my back touches the cold tile wall. You lower me to my feet and bend to kiss my breast, lowering to your knees, you then kiss my belly. My breathing is loud to my own ears, knowing what you want. You run your hands up my thighs, sliding to the inside, then sliding upward, pressing my thighs open. You kiss low on my belly, just above my mound. Lifting one leg up, draping it over your shoulder. You can feel my belly quiver, and say. "Do you want me to kiss you here?" Your lips graze my mound. "Or maybe, here" Your lips graze my outer lips. I whisper, "Yes… there". Your fingers slide through as you stroke and kiss, saying "Do you want me to touch you?" I moan "Yes, please, touch me." I feel your fingers slide inside me. You feel me flood your hand. You murmur," I must taste you, Sweet." You sip at me with a kiss where you know my little bud is hiding. Then you let your tongue slide through. I grip your head in my hands as my body pulses with need. You lick and kiss and lick some more, using your fingers to spread my lips. Your tongue is tracing the inside of my lips, and then dips deep into my center. My hips begin to rock forward and back. You press my hood up and you lick my swollen little bud. I shiver and moan your name. With this you press your face deep and suck. You slide 2 fingers inside me and you search for what you know is ready for you. My whole body begins to shake as I thrust my hips up. I cry out and hold on tightly as the spasms wrack my body. You stroke me a little more and then you stand. You keep one hand on my mound, pressing, you just hold me there, letting my tremors subside. My hands find your hips and your thighs. I tell you "I love the feel of you" and I take your core in my hands….feeling you throb for me. You let me stroke you for only a minute or two before you tell me to turn around. "Place your hands on the wall for me" you tell me. I turn around and face the wall… placing my hands on the tile, where you indicate. You slide your hands from my shoulders, down my back to my hips. Then your hands slide down the back of my thighs and between my knees pressing them apart. You say "like this". Your hands come up under me and stroke me intimately, and I separate my legs further. You stroke me a little longer and I find it difficult to remain standing as the tremors begin anew. Then you reach around my hip and your fingers stroke between the folds there as you place yourself at my entrance. The anticipation is so sweet. I arch my back as you slide inside me. Filling me, so completely, in one strong stroke. Your fingers find my sweet spot and I feel that sweet pressure building inside me. My belly quivers. My insides clench around you. My breathing accelerates and I cry out in a broken moan. You wrap one arm around my waist and pull me closer to you as I brace myself against the wall. I cry out again …. And again…….
As my body calms, you whisper promises of more to come and I can still feel you hard and strong inside me………You slowly release yourself from my body, turning me around to face you. You pull my arms up to encircle your neck and you bend to kiss my mouth. Between kisses you murmur, "wash me" So I do…soaping every inch of you. As I reach that hard and engorged part of you….I soap with extra special attention, up and down you shaft, gliding…then turning you a little to rinse. I lower myself to my knees as I turn you to block the shower spray. Taking you into my hands, I lick, up and down, and you moan low in your throat. I love that sound. I take you fully into my mouth, and I suck you deeply. You grab my arms and say "No, Sweet…not like that" pulling me up to my feet. Kissing my mouth, once more, you turn and turn off the shower. You reach your arms around me, down my back and under my behind and again pick me up to wrap my legs around your waist. You step out of the shower and sit me on the counter, by the sink, and ask me quietly "Are you ready for me, Sweet?" I softly reply "Yes please" and as quickly as that I feel you…….sliding deep….hard and thick…filling me…bringing a moan from my throat. You speak low and deep "Tell me how it feels, Sweet." Your hands grip my hips and you pull back, till you are almost gone….you pause….and plunge hard and deep…and I moan….then breathlessly answer "Full, good…you rub… just… the right spot….intense…" again and again you torment me as I ride the edge of insanity….then after an exquisite eternity, you say "look at me" my eyes lock with yours. You bring your hands under my thighs to under my knees and lift them up over your shoulders. The angle and mood change together. You move more deeply, if possible, more intensely. Your eyes darken with the intensity and you bring your hands up to my breasts. You take each nipple between your fingers and, almost cruely squeeze and twist. I feel the pull… the heat builds. I hoarsely whisper "Harder now, please" you drive yourself deep…again and again. I move my own fingers to touch that place that craves attention….and rub… You say " Yes, I like that…" I rub, you stroke, and the pressure rises once again. I am crying your name as I shudder with release….and this time you are with me, shuddering and groaning with my name on your lips. I feel you give something of yourself to me……… By Dee

Bound by rope
Bound by Love
Joined as One
Forever

Sperlonga, Italia

The door opens to the car, my heels hit the ground, the silky summer dress slinks at my knees. I look up as the sun shines down, warming my face. I see his hand extended, I place my hand in his..our eyes lock and I gasp as the shock of electricity runs through me. My heart races and I hold my breath for what seems like eternity. I stand up and exhale and notice he was also affected by our touch. My legs shaking, he squeezes my hand in reassurance. He says "hello" and I return his greeting. He grabs my bags and we walk inside his place. He deposits my bags at the foot of the bed. He turns and we stand there facing each other, my stomach flutters and my heart races once again. I am caught in the web of his gaze, his eyes undressing me. His arms move and slide up and down my arms. I shiver at his touch. He smiles and I meekly smile back, he steps closer and I can feel the heat from his body. He pulls me to him one hand gripping my ass tight to his groin, the other pulling my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. His lips come crushing down on mine showing possession over me. Knowing I have waited lifetime to feel his lips on mine, I part my lips as his tongue slides in, the taste of him filling my senses, I inhale deeply and his scent drives me wild. I press harder up against him, slowly grinding as I moan into his mouth, a low growl escapes him as he feels me grinding on his still growing manhood. He pulls back harder on my hair tipping my head back more as he deepens his kiss. He pulls down more tearing our kiss apart as he brings me down to my knees, my face brushing his swollen cock on the way down. I bring my face to his cock and gently nibble on the outside of his pants, a small groan escaping him. He stares down at me as I glance up, love, lust and hunger consuming him and filling his eyes. The passion so open and noticeable. One hand reaches up to unzip him, pulling down his pants, his cock springing forth, surprising me, hitting my face. I smile. I look up and lick my lips. I grasp it and lick the tip slowly, teasing him erotically. He thrusts his hips forward and growl "put it in your mouth slave". I look up with laughter & delight in my eyes, my tongue swirling around his hard cock, knowing I am in control, but making him think he is. Slowly I slip my lips around his cock, taking him into my mouth, as I tighten my lips around him, tasting him and inhaling him. He moans and growls and his hands wrap around the back of my head, forcing his cock down my throat..................

Tears.....

they fall continuously..no certain pattern to them, no control, as if they have a mind of their own. they drop onto her lap, no care to trying to stop them from wetting her. he poisoned her with his world, he fed her into his animalistic life without a care for her, his selfishness has corrupted him...his is not the man she once knew. she feels herself slipping away, turning into someone she abhors and do not want to become... the tears she sheds can not be stopped.."Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much, but you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin. " she must begin her cleansing, she must face her fears, must learn to crawl before she can walk. the pain will grow before it lessens and is eventually forgotten.

lick by lick

suckle by suckle

the pleasure begins, the orgasms take over

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The music of your soul fills my heart

A concert written on the priceless parchment of your beauty

Each note emanating from within

Proclaiming your wonder to the heavens

Your quintessential Goddess qualities, exploding in a shower of

rainbow colors

Your aura enveloping me within its splendor

I melt, as a candle in the summer heat

Burning desire from within

Slowly cleansing the outer grime of life's exfoliation of the

inherent goodness residing in each of us and replacing it with your

Goddess essence,

by the depth of love coursing through me

As a river rushing to the sea, yet within recirculating

Infusing me each day anew with a love, an inspiration, a yearning.

I sit upon the cliffs lining the shore and watch the sunlight etch

the wavetops,

Crosshatching the sea with just a hint of your melody.

Seabirds swarm the kelp-laden bay, a bed of crimson 'midst the

blue-white froth

Where the gulls and pelicans play, as they surf the rhythmic tide.

And I,

I have but one question as I silently gaze upon this glory

A question, or rather a statement of fact

Words strung together attempting to convey but one thought

As the touch of my hand caressing your face lingers as a phantom

extension of my being

Images of you race through my inner rhythm

As love for you bathes me in a spray of sweet surrender.
by Alex~thank you for sending this to me

I am yours to take...take me..please... deep inside..to the place noone has been, make me yours forever. I give myself to you..freely, openly, unconditionally.

It is of the essence...

Lovers

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO TOUCH YOU?

The Lover asked: How would you like me to touch you?

The Lover answered: I would like you to touch me as if you were going away tomorrow, far far away, and you wanted to remember the feel of my body, the texture of my skin, the hills and valleys that make up the landscape of who I am.

I would like you to touch me as if you were blind, knowing that you love me, but unable to see me. Touch my face, my breasts, my belly, my toes...learn what I "look" like, imagine me in your mind as your hands explore my shape. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were healing hands, radiating love energy with every stroke. Feel the energy penetrating through skin, through flesh, entering into the cells of my body.

I would like you to touch me as if you gained your nourishment through your hands. Feed on me, drink deeply, and draw from your touch the love that I hold for you. I would like you to touch me as if you were feeding me through your hands, as if by your touch I am nourished and sustained. Every inch of me cries out for your touch, yearns to be fed. I would like you to touch me as if your hand were a feather, lightly caressing the edge of my being. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were paintbrushes, and as you caress me, you are coloring me in brilliant, sparkling, dazzling hues.



I would like you to touch me as if you were erasing the outer me, allowing me to reveal my inner self to you. I would like you to touch me as if you had carved a sculpture, and were now feeling its finish, smoothing out any rough areas,enjoying the finished product.

I would like you to touch me as if your hands were fire, burning away the dross and leaving only the pure gold of my soul. I would like you to touch me as if your hands were sponges, soaking up the essence of my being.

I would like you to caress me as if I were made of dry clay, and by dampening my skin you enliven my spirit. I would like you to touch me as if my skin were soft velvet.

I would like you to touch me as if you were a musician, and your touch brought forth different sounds from different parts of me. I would like you to touch me as if I were a rare jewel, precious and valuable. I would like you to touch me as if I were your Lover.

Submission to My Master