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Feb 2014
My Body listens intently to his every word.  My mind is off.  I lay and listen.  Naked before him, safe.  I lay very relaxed listening to his voice telling me everything I ever wanted to be told over and over.  His voice so soothing and so exciting at the same time.  Love soothes, passion excites.
He repeats one word at a time til I *** to each one.  Til the words we use flow out of me like hot butter.  My head tossed back and my mouth open with sweet AHHHhs and Otts and Odds in every breath.  Wicked *** poetry word for word brought out of me by his voice.  My body opens and I surrender..over and over until we string the words together..
"I have 3 drags left on my smoke.  *** NOW".  And my body surrenders like there is not a breath to be wasted or a thought to be had.  My body so loyal is listens with such intent I *** with every command he gives.  GOOD GIRL, MY girl, Beautiful you.
He finishes his smoke.  He picks up his coffee cup and says "There is two sips left.  You *** for me before I go get more coffee".  Part of me is in disbelief.  No way can I possibly squeeze another ****** out..unbelievable..really? I do not THINK I can.
Another part so me relaxes so deeply into a trance state and gives in to total surrender and as he sips his last drops I add mine..so willingly. Ahhhhs and twitches..
I laugh, I giggle
I lay there as he goes to refill his cup.  I am in lala land and I have no desire to be anywhere else with anyone else for any reason.  This is the best ride of my life.  I am discovering such parts of myself I did not know.  My trust grows deeply, I trust him.  I surrender and will myself to him.  I am his.  I am so very owned in the best ways I never knew possible.
He is my protector, my mentor, my lover, my friend, my photography pleasure.  I love him so very deeply.
He sees that smile-of my admiration for him.  He lights another cigarette.  My anticipation for his commands grow with every drag he takes as I lay waiting for his voice to tell me to surrender once again...
I lightly touch while hearing Hunter Thomas type stories of the past.  I smile knowing I am very close to ******..my face begins twitching and he says the words I long for  *** NOW *** for ME NOW
and so it is done..
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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