Exhausted. Heavily breathing to get composure. Overwhelmed. A sore throat. Used. Degraded. Leashed.A hint of sticky seed dripping. Drifting away, forgetting she is not allowed to waste under any circumstance. Even not when she is exhausted, overwhelmed, used degraded, leashed with sperm dripping from her lips. Now clean them as a good girl should
Não me via capaz de tanta entrega… Agora, me arrasto aos Teus pés, beijando-os com devoção e lascívia, sentindo sobre mim Teu olhar que me penetra e ocupa.
Tinha medo da minha entrega, da minha sofreguidão e ansiosa expectativa de sempre agradar, e acabei escorregando em armadilhas internas que armava para escapar de Ti.
Acabrunhada, entorpecida, me despojo de vergonhas e Te exponho meus medos, entre lágrimas de sufocada saudade e suspiros de alívio ante
Ser Tua prisioneira é um caminho sem volta. Não há saída, não tenho mais escolhas…
Recolho-me à simples e imperiosa realidade: sou Tua, presa do destino que me levou a Te servir, e no qual Te imploro me permitas continuar servindo.
Só o Senhor tem a chave da masmorra onde me manténs reclusa, onde me torturas, degradas, usas de forma absoluta e profunda.
És meu Algoz, meu Carrasco, minha Sina.
Com Teu doce sorriso e voz macia, me levas ao mais escuro e misterioso sentir…
Dócil, me submeto ao martírio que me impões, não esboço movimento de fuga, nem de desacordo ou enfado.
Em êxtase, me dobro ao Teu querer, feliz por ler em Teus olhos o prazer por minha dor.
Assim, protegida e isolada das insossas alegrias mundanas, me guardo e cuido do que é Teu: meu corpo, meu ser, tudo em mim.
i did not see myself capable of such release… Now, i drag myself at Your feet, kissing them with devotion and lust, feeling on me Your gaze that penetrates and holds me inside.
i was afraid of my releasing, my eager expectation and desire to always please, and i end up slipping on internal traps that i created to escape from You…
Overwhelmed, numb, i get rid of my shames and expose to You my fears, choked with tears of missing You and sighs of relief with Your presence.
Be Your prisoner has no going back, no way out, i have no more choices … i gather myself to the simple and compelling reality: i am Yours, prey of fate that led me to serve You, and in which i beg You permit me to continue serving.
Only You have the key to the dungeon where You keep me sheltered, where You torture, degrade, use me in absolute and profound ways.
You are my Tormentor, my Executioner, my Destiny.
With Your sweet smile and soft voice, You take me to dark and mysterious feelings…
Docile, i submit myself to the martyrdom which imposes me no sketch movement of escaping, neither of disagreement or boredom.
Ecstatic, i bend to Your will, happy to read in Your eyes the pleasure for my pain.
Thus, protected and isolated from savourless mundane joys, i keep myself hidden taking care of what is Yours: my body, my being, everything in me.
"One day I was asked" do you love at a distance? "And I stood there and thinking about how to respond. After a while I said: Yes, I love someone who lives far away, I love someone I want to see every day, love someone I feel like hugging, kissing, caressing … someone who maybe one day, I will never touch or kiss or maybe one day we will be together. And sometimes I wonder, why there is the distance? To separate us from those we love? To make us miss and realize that we do not live without that special one? I do not know, and neither have an answer for that. All I know is that I miss, crave, desire, and lack of someone who lives far away from me. "
Desconhecido. (via inverbos)
Asked by secularly-transcendent
it is a pleasure.. thank you ^.^