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The way He loved her...
Posted:Dec 9, 2017 2:53 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2017 6:05 am
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The way He loved her...

He loved the way
Early morning light
Fell softly upon her
Igniting her fiery tresses
Those tiny freckles
On her tanned skin
He’d kissed a thousand times
The way her legs
Hitched up in sleep
Revealing a tiny birthmark
On her inner thigh
How she wrinkled her nose
When she disliked things
And curled her toes
When she did
But mostly he loved
Being the first one she saw
When she opened her eyes
And the sleepy smile
She wore for him
As she rolled
Into his warm embrace
And that heavenly sigh
That escaped her
As her cinnamon lips
Whispered to him
….good morning 💋

— wantonwhispers
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What I'm listening to on this cold Saturday
Posted:Dec 9, 2017 5:40 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2017 2:28 pm
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What I'm listening to on this cold Saturday.

1.Adam Raised A Cain............... Bruce Springsteen
2.Somebody's Cryin'....................Chris Isaak
3.You Can't Put Your Arms Round A Memory........Johnny Thunders
4.New Slang ......................................The Shins
5.Long Time.................................Blondie
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These are the nights I think of him....
Posted:Dec 8, 2017 4:46 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2017 5:41 pm
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These are the nights I think of him....

When the air is charged with electricity and sleep is ages away, even if my clock promises the swift arrival of dawn. When the sheets and blankets are too warm on my skin even in the chill of winter. When darkness and solitude cease to be companions and become conspirators, bullying me into my memory of him.

My body remembers his hands, his mouth - oh god, his mouth - and how his lightest touch could spark ecstasy and his quietest whisper could instill obedience, even in the throes of that ecstasy. He is imprinted under my skin, the weight of his body over mine. the pressure of those relentless hands, the lightning-strikes of his agile tongue.

My ears remember his heartbeat, thundering under his skin, and his sighs of impatience, and the guttural gasp just before he roared out his pleasure into me, over me, through me. But mostly they remember his silence, his quiet patience, how he taught with actions instead of just words.

My mouth remembers him - the resilience of warm, salt-sweaty skin over rigid flesh, the scalding heat of his release, the sweetness of his kisses, the dark richness of his laughter. My mouth remembers the words he taught me - I never knew the intensity of “please” until he was through with me.

These are the nights that I am restless, that my hands are restless on my own body. Nights where there isn’t enough pain to dull the ache in my chest or enough orgasms to make me forget the blinding intensity of the ones he gave me. And without him, they are hollow things, pale, feeble imitations of what should be.

Just like me.

thethirddeadlysin~
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*what she wanted*
Posted:Dec 7, 2017 5:00 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2017 2:24 am
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*what she wanted*

She shouldn’t want this, she knew that. But if this was just a matter of want then she wouldn’t be here. No, she needed this. She had fantasized about being bound and completely at a man’s mercy more times than she could possibly count. But if she was honest with herself, it went much deeper than that. She didn’t just want to be played with, she wanted to be owned. Completely.

She thought about it constantly. At work, with friends, it didn’t matter where she was, that untamed need constantly clawed at her from the shadows of her mind, consuming her slowly for years. And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried. She had asked guys to tie her up and fuck her, do things to her body, but the fact that she had to ask took most of the fun out of it. It was as if she had an addiction to a drug she’d never tried. She was chasing a high that she had never truly tasted. This wasn’t a need that could be filled by just any man.

But he was not just any man. He commanded respect without ever speaking a word. He terrified her to the point of trembling without ever making a threat. The fact that she had let him bind and blindfold her only heightened that terror. There was nothing she could do to defend herself now, he could do whatever he wanted. But by the way her wetness began to drip down her thighs, she knew this was exactly what she wanted.

“Who do you belong to?” His commanding voice brought her out of her thoughts. She hesitated for just a moment before he yanked sharply on her chain.

“You, Sir!”

He grabbed her face roughly by the cheeks. “Next time I ask you a question,” he growled in her ear, “you will not hesitate when you answer me.” He squeezed her cheeks hard before asking “Is that understood, Pet.”

“Yes, Sir!” She cried out, nodding her head in agreement. She was trembling so much the chain around her neck was rattling.

“Good girl.” He said, before playfully slapping her on the cheek for good measure. The pleasure of hearing him say those words, mixed with the sting of his slap made her moan. He gave a satisfied chuckle at her reaction. “Now open up that pretty mouth and show your Master what a good girl you can really be.”

dominated-darling~
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holiday decor.
Posted:Dec 6, 2017 8:00 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2017 5:20 am
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holiday decor.

He promised he was going to help me hang decorations tonight. I should have been more specific about *where* I wanted to hang them. He, of course, said, “Precise requests are important, pet. This should help you remember.”

acurvywoman~
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Sometimes...
Posted:Dec 5, 2017 9:44 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2017 6:55 am
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Sometimes...

Sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t see what I see,

sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me didn’t notice a whole beautiful universe hidden within you,

sometimes I look at you and I can’t understand how someone before me looked at you and didn’t find every single thing they’d been searching for in a single human being,

and sometimes I look at you feeling glad that they didn’t, because if they looked deep enough to see all of those things within you, then I would’ve never been able to.

— Ruby Dhal
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Books and Coffee.
Posted:Dec 4, 2017 7:51 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2017 6:48 am
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Books and Coffee.

I'm reading ...
" Pillow Thoughts"
by Courtney Peppernell
This book is a collection of poetry and prose about heartbreak and love.

What Are You Reading???
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Yes!
Posted:Dec 3, 2017 11:47 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2017 9:10 am
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YES!

Dominants will often talk about the importance of providing structure and guidance to their submissive. Now I agree that this leadership is very important and in most cases, the submissive craves these as well. When we think of leadership and structure often times the word ‘no’ comes to mind with things like “no that isn’t a good idea” or “no, wouldn’t you agree that trying this might be better?” While saying no can be transforming and a very good thing, there is another word that is equally as powerful and transforming and that is" yes".

I’m not talking about those times when a Daddy is saying yes because they are “giving in” or “allowing” their submissive to enjoy what they want or need. The ‘yes’ I am talking about is the times when the submissive is making a correct choice and has reached out to Daddy confirm things. Both the D and s types will have a wonderful sense of pride in this choice and this moment is always an amazing one.

In addition to providing an amazing moment, “yes” also builds confidence. The more yeses a submissive hears, the more they know that they are making wise decisions. This inspires confidence and it just has to be said, confidence is sexy. There is something very sexy about a submissive who is confident in themselves. So the more a Dominant is able to teach and lead their partner to correct choices, the more yeses within the relationship, the more confidence grows in the submissive and shows just what an amazing Daddy they have (Just a quick note here for the Tumblr Trolls. I am not saying that a submissive needs a Dominant to have confidence. Just that a Dominant, through yes, can inspire even more confidence, even in the most confident submissive).

Another side effect of yessing is that as both partners pride and confidence in each other grows is that the level of intimacy will also grow. So yeses will also spawn a deeper intimacy. The intimacy that exists within a D/s relationship is something that goes much deeper and beyond anything one can experience in even the best of vanilla relationships, in my opinion. So empowering the submissive with the word yes will nurture intimacy as well.

While it is very important as a Daddy to be able to say no and stand firm with logic when saying no, it is equally imperative that the power of yes isn’t lost in a sea of no’s. When a Dominant says yes to their submissive it will spark pride in both partners, expand the confidence of the submissive that they are making the choices Daddy wants, and will also strengthen the intimacy between D and s. While no creates and maintains boundaries while helping steer a submissive on the Dominants correct course, yes will build pride, confidence, and intimacy.

©KeeperOfHerLight2016
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Something to ponder 🤔
Posted:Dec 3, 2017 7:40 am
Last Updated:Dec 6, 2017 12:19 pm
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Something to ponder 🤔
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anticipation….
Posted:Dec 1, 2017 3:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2017 9:21 am
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anticipation….

she waits…
seemingly calm…
centered…
focused…

but her mind…
her mind races with thoughts…

what will He do…?
how will He begin…?

will it be the tender touch of His fingers grazing her pale, white skin…?
the sting of His crop on her delicious, bountiful backside…?
His hands cupping her ample breasts…?
His tongue tracing every, luscious curve of her body…?

or will He take her immediately…?
without warning…
without uttering a single word…

will He walk up behind her…?
grip her hips and Take what is His…?

drive Himself deep inside her…
relentlessly…
until He’s had His fill…
until she…
is nothing more…
then a puddle of flesh lying on the bed…?

she so loved the anticipation of it all…
the way her heart went aflutter with each thought…
the way the silence was broken only by the sound of her own beating heart…
the way her mind would quiet as she heard His approach…
the way all her worries would be muted as He touched the door…
the way the tranquility washed over her when she caught His scent…
the way it no longer mattered how He began…

it only mattered that He was there…

and she…
was His…

bruisedandbrokn~
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