magic touch

Holding Light in My Hand by WillTC
Holding Light in My Hand by WillTC via DeviantArt.com

those fingers dancing
over each hill and every valley
brushing away pesky thoughts
pressing needy sighs
from my lips
hold on tighter
touch me lighter
pinned beneath
my gentle giant
urged to feel
stroked to surrender
forced to release
tonight
at the edge of tomorrow
let me perform
that song you love to hear
take me there
mad, wild, lovely
until I am nothing
and everything
pure pleasure
beneath your fingertips
your
magic
touch

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Safe Harbor

I need a place
Firm floors and soft edges
A structure of steel
Draped in pillows and blankets
Warmed by the sun
Shimmering in the dark
With the promise
The one promise
That no one
Has ever made.

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where I can fall apart
No one else’s needs to meet
No demands
Of time or wit or ability
No decisions to make
No bedtimes, screen-times, mealtimes
No downtime
Never any requirements
Of my mind
Of my eyes
Of my voice
Only my flesh

I need a place
A safe harbor

My blanket fort
Your sofa
A mattress
Or futon
Or backseat
It isn’t the location
It’s the mindset
It’s your attitude
It’s a command
Bend over, feel, break, cry…
Come, baby girl, again

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where I can beg to be
Broken
Ruined
Freed
Until all that is left
Is the calm eye of the hurricane
The center of the
Storm
That is my life
All that is left
Is me

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where pain isn’t frightening
But comforting
Where the tangled
Unruly web
Of this world
Looks like silly string
Dirt is just fairy dust
Piles of laundry are pillows, or even clouds
The disarray is simply magic

I need a place
A safe harbor
Where the sobs
That escape my chest
Aren’t fruitless cries to an empty shower
Never meaningless
But instead
They are music
A sonnet leading to a symphony
Of laughter and bliss
A concert
For one

I need a place
I need to fall apart
I need to be taken apart
I need that impossible promise

Daddy

I need
Your
Safe harbor.

Painted Hearts

paintedhearts

Pressing into my skin
Like painted hearts
Kisses making promises

For a tomorrow
Filled with Technicolor
Moments from a dream

The soft lips I know
Better than my own
Peppering me in love

No fantasy needed,
Only the simplicity
Of two bodies merging

My submission a mere
Reflection in this window
Looking out upon the future

Tingling gooseflesh and
Bubbling warmth guide me
To overwhelming satisfaction

Every moment spent
Between giggles and sighs
A blessing to us both

The chasing and coaxing
Unnecessary, but delightful
Beneath these bedsheets

As I thrash against the very
Thing I always wanted
But never knew

And I am filled so completely
Full, my body gushes
With the immensity

The intensity
Of an experience I’ve
Unknowingly been deprived

And as I return to myself
Emptied of you
I am filled with Bliss

This soul gripping joy
Is the truth I’ve been seeking
Remind me again

Remind me
Forever
With your kiss

 

 

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My moon

The thick, low voice of my moon calls out to me,
He won’t be ignored, refused or forgotten.

He follows me through my dreams,
Beckoning me, infecting me, luring me deep into my fantasies.

I feel his embrace and all the promise it holds,
Despite the wicked wishes he causes.

His absence is thwarted by his overwhelming abundance,
As he entrances me with his sadistic desires.

The silence of night is when his song fills my ears,
And makes my soul see how much I’ve missed him.

But my heart is in conflict, he is but a dream,
And my mind threatens to evict him.

Oh moon, sweet moon, my moon,
Your love grips me so tightly.

Please, moon… Dark, wicked moon,
Consume me so that I might be released in the sunrise.

I cannot create, invoke or steal you,
But you can disappear at any moment.

And then, my moon, I will be forced.

To truly explore all of life’s possibilities.

Dark Side of the Moon by  Teenager-in-Love via DeviantArt.com
Dark Side of the Moon by Teenager-in-Love via DeviantArt.com

Take me

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Forever by KrisVlad via DeviantArt.com

Take me to the beach, Sir.
Walk with me, in the sand.
You could hold me close,
Or simply take my hand.

Tiptoeing through the surf, Sir,
My heart would beat with yours.
We could lose ourselves in the rhythm,
Of the ocean of emotion that roars.

Stop and watch the sunset, Sir.
Our eyes could see as one.
The world between us would shrink,
Until the dream we share is done.

Meet me in the waves, my Sir,
Breath the warm, ocean air.
Feel my love surrounding you,
Lifting you as high as I dare.

When the moon speaks to us, Sir,
It’s certain to offer the light,
To blend our hearts and souls,
With the magic of that one night.

Take me, at the beach, Sir.
Own me, fill me with you.
As it should be, forever.
Because I am taken with you.

Tingle

tingling by be-awesome-or-die via DeviantArt.com
tingling by be-awesome-or-die via DeviantArt.com

Chill in the air does not compare,
To the state you keep me in, unaware.

Check and watch the minutes pass,
Sweet girl… Tingle… Oh, at last.

Clench and wonder about my needs,
Imagining, perhaps, forced to my knees.

Sigh and wait, longer still,
If only patience came in a pill.

At last, whispered words fill me up,
But I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

Always dripping, wanting more,
Your mess, Your bitch, Your little whore.

Make me beg for your every tease,
Tell me, exactly, how to please.

I accept every command,
Desperately long for your reprimand.

Share with me your deepest desire,
I will light that engulfing fire.

Tie me, take me, terrify me…
Release the beast, please, oh please?

Blinding passion, pleasure and pain,
You lavish upon me, like hot, sweet, rain.

Suck you or fuck me, buried deep,
From my little holes, you will seep.

Ravish me ’til I flop like a doll,
Sated and replete, I will sprawl.

That feeling, of actually filling with light,
It holds me and keeps me, through the night.

Because of the sweetness you coat me with,
That tender hope that is your gift.

Tingle, giggle, sigh and breathe,
Oh, sweet Daddy… You’re what I need.

 

Rag Doll

Doll by Smokemysoul via DeviantArt.com
Doll by Smokemysoul via DeviantArt.com

You told me to dress up, make myself look different. At first I thought Barbie Doll, but I could never be her. Of course, I am your Baby Doll, so a pretty, baby doll dress was a clear choice.

I sit at the table and wait, in my sweet little dress, with a satin sash and ribbons in my hair. I look very pretty, but not at all like a real baby doll.

My full, round breasts are barely contained by the pale blue fabric above the fuschia sash, and my legs are coated in white silk and capped in pink patent leather stilettos. My hair is barely restrained in twin braids that hang over each shoulder.

I’m already wet with anticipation, my thighs dampening above the lacy tops of my nylons due to my lack of panties.

I check my makeup in a spoon and nervously fidget with the napkin on my plate.

Then I feel the air change. That electricity that flows between us doesn’t need touch, it just snaps through the air like lightening.

I feel my nipples harden and swallow as you step behind me and lean down, gripping the braid over one shoulder so that you can whisper in the opposite ear.

“Hi, baby doll… You look good enough to eat!”

Oh your voice, when you speak with the power and command that bubbles from inside but that you only allow out in small doses… That thick, deep voice that melts over me and makes me want to rub you into my skin…

I could cum, just hearing your voice.

“I love your shoes, little girl. You like playing dress up?”

I turn as you stand and I smile up at you, I can feel color filling my cheeks. You chuckle down at me and extend your hand.

I take it, and rise, before you slowly turn me in order to take me completely in. I know what I look like and am pleased to find your sad eyes dancing with delight.

“My pretty girl…” you growl, pulling me against you, where I feel how much you like my attire, pressed hard and thick against my hip.

Your lips find my neck while your fingers pull at the cap sleeve of the dress to reveal my shoulder. You sink your teeth into that special spot that makes me convulse then back me against the wall behind me.

You step away and sit in the chair I just vacated, leaning back to look at me. “Touch yourself, sweet girl.”

I grin at you, devilishly before performing the masturbatory seduction I’ve imagined dozens of times. For you, my delicious Daddy.

I lift my fingers to my lips, coyly before letting them trail down my throat and collarbone. Dipping them into the strained fabric barely covering my breasts and pulling down slightly to expose one of my thick, pink points.

I pinch and twist it, gasping and closing my eyes, while my other hand snakes it’s way under my dress. I stroke my dripping lips, still hidden from you, beneath my skirt and moan softly, making you groan and rub your hard cock through your jeans.

I drop my other hand from my breast to lift the hem so you can see. You take in a sharp breath at the sight of my pretty fingers kneading my smooth pussy. As I push my fingers through my slit and into my quivering cunt, you groan again, making my knees weak.

“No panties, baby doll?” You whisper, as you kneel in front of me.

I shake my head, tossing my braids slightly as you grab my fingers and guide them into your mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” you rumble, sucking off my silkiness before guiding my hands to hold the hem of my dress at my hips. “Sugar and spice, sweet girl.”

I moan before you even touch me, your presence is like liquid heat. I steel my knees to hold me up and watch you stroke a single finger over my swollen clit, peeking from between my puffy lips.

Your touch nearly makes me explode. I hum when I feel your breath and watch you touch your lips to me. Your tongue presses flat while your finger slips inside. I’m shuddering and clenching immediately until you growl, softly, “If you cum before I give you permission, I’ll send you straight to bed.”

I whimper and force myself to settle, looking down into your pale eyes. My heart races as your tongue returns to my clit, circling softly, and you add another finger inside me. My whole body shakes with my restraint as I hold myself back from the edge of bliss.

I’m not sure how long I manage to fight the incredible pleasure pushing me to soar, but at some point I realize you are now standing, facing me, working me with your magic fingers and rumbling, low, from deep in your chest.

I open my eyes to find yours flashing, lips curled in a delicious grin and slick with my juices. “Such a sweet girl, do you want to cum?”

I nod, panting and very close to complete desperation when you lean in until our lips touch. “Cum,” you growl, increasing the intensity of your fingers.

I release my dress and cling to your shoulders, knowing my knees will not hold. You wrap your arm around my waist and kiss me while I come apart and freefall into the waves of orgasm. You wring me out thoroughly until I’m bucking and squirming to break free.

But still, you won’t relent. Your fingers are merciless and your tongue demands to dance with mine, stealing my breath, my will and my strength. You turn us both and release my waist, to slide the china off the end of the table to the floor. I gasp, as it shatters, but you only smile that beastly grin against my mouth before kissing me again.

You guide me onto the table and cover my body with yours, but your fingers continue their play inside me. I’m panting, each time you let me up for air, and grinding against you feverishly, tiptoeing the edge of oblivion yet again.

“Oh, please Sir, may I cum again?” I plead against your mouth and you nod before your tongue darts between my lips, once more. Your hunger ignites the blast within me and I convulse, yet again, muscles firing and liquid desire dripping between my thighs to the surface below. I don’t know if it was ejaculate, of if I’m just that wet, but you don’t quit.

“Please, fuck me Daddy, please!” I beg, in the midst of your kiss. You roll off of me to stand, staring down at me, and I can tell that I’m in trouble by the gleam in your eye.

“How many times have you cum, little girl?” Your voice is so low and gravelly, I almost can’t answer as your fingers continue their torment, teasing and light, at the moment.

“…I …Twice, Sir.” I breathe, panting and writhing against your hand, trying to get just a bit more.

Then you jam your fingers inside of me, spreading my thighs and palming my clit. My eyes roll back in my head until I hear you rumble, “Don’t stop it, just let them go… I want them all, baby.”

Your free hand finds my throat, and I climax again. You suck and bite my nipples and I have another. You hum, and growl and tell me what a good girl I am, and take one more.

You tear orgasms out of me as though it were your purpose in life. I can barely breathe and have no idea what has happened by the time you climb on top of me again, undressed, crushing me with your kiss, then pinching and twisting my nipples.

I open my eyes to see you pulling my legs up and staring down at me. You practically roar as you slide inside of me, and within moments, you are drilling into me like a wild animal. I’m too weak and senseless to brace myself, which you quickly realize and grasp my throat to hold me steady.

The mind blowing combination sends me up over the edge in mere moments, and as you continue fucking me with the might of some crazed beast, I can’t tell where one orgasm stops and another begins. I start gasping, which causes you to release my neck, and instead brace yourself by gripping my tits, tightly against my own chest, which still leaves me breathless, but with more pain.

You let go, and I think I have another orgasm. You wrap yourself around me, bucking your hips into me so hard, I think I just might break open, but I cum again, anyway. Flopping about as if there were no bones inside my limbs.

You pull back and I open my eyes to see you grinning down at me, “My beautiful rag doll…”

Your ownership of me is far more than is needed to send me into a million pieces, one last time. And this one grips you fiercely, milking your own climax free, and sending your seed in long, shaking pulses deep inside me.

When you collapse on top of me, I somehow remain conscious long enough to thank you.

You lean on your elbows over me, pulling the ribbons from my hair and snaking your magical fingers through the waves. “Sweet girl, my precious baby doll…” You kiss me with the tender sweetness that coats that inner wildness of yours, that keeps the beast docile and in check.

Oh, how I love those sticky layers of yours, Sir.

And how I love being your rag doll.