I long to feel the touch that engages my soul. The touch I feel sometimes in my quietest moments. The touch that brushes over my hair. The touch that owns me.
I long to call a man sir because he deserves my submission. Yes Sir. Please Sir. Anything Sir.
I long to have that opportunity to truly shine, to serve, to please, to surrender. I want to be your prize. I need to make you proud of me. I desire pleasing you so deep in my soul that I can't breath at times for want of it.
I long for nights spent at clubs, playing...
With you choosing men, telling them how they can fuck me. With us, fucking each other in front of anyone who cared to watch. I want to dance and laugh and flirt, but I want to leave with you, only you.
I long for nights spent in sub space...
nights where I leave all my inhibitions and what ifs at the door and immerse in the world I know I belong in.
I long for you to take me there.
I need you, need your protection and your teaching.
I need your hand on my back, your voice in my ear, your body at my side, playing me, keeping me safe.
I know you are out there, waiting, longing for me too.
I long for the day we finally can be together, body to body, heart to heart, soul to soul.
I long for you... please come and claim me.
