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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

A chance meeting of crossed desire.

Burning hearts grip at the thrill of destiny.

To reach out with a feathered touch, so gentle, so pure, bringing forth a shuddering warmth upon the soul.

The fear of passion dazed by consequence, gripping tightly at the loneliness, dragging it into nothingness, banishing it with a blaze of love.

A future lays before so clouded yet so clear.

Pray for the moon. Pray for the moon to fault so an everlasting night consumes the connection, holding it for eternity, so precious, so pure.

Skin touches skin, sensory overload blinded by hand and mouth. To know. To feel. To demolish all emotional walls, to look upon thy other and know love conquers all.

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

The Long Walk Home.

And so it began, the long walk home.

Thoughts of naughtiness and anticipation rush through my mind.

What awaits me when i arrive home?

Is she waiting on her knees by the door?

Is she naked, spread out on the floor?

Is she bound and gagged for me?

Is she squirming while she holds a wee?

Does she wait to give me head?

Or is she tucked up asleep in bed?

Maybe I should start to run!

She might want me to make her cum!

Maybe i can use my whip?

Or slide in slowly and bite her lip?

Maybe she's been bad and needs a spank?

Or shall I let her watch me wank?

What will get her in the mood?

Maybe we could play with food?

Maybe some wine? I need a glass!

I'll make her kneel and lick my ass.

Maybe she got bored and played with herself?

Maybe she's playing with someone else?

No. I'll never question her loyalty.

She is bound and devoted only to me.

Maybe she'll be dressed up nice?

Or want to chat and ask advice?

Maybe she'll need kisses and cuddles?

And a nice hot bath full of bubbles.

I must hurry! So I can see.

What she wants to do with me!

What awaits me when I arrive home?

So the long walk home comes to an end.

I fumble my keys but I get in.

I stand there tired and glad to be home.

Only to remember, I am alone.

But I've always got.

The long walk home.