Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-10-2013, 07:28 PM

"The scene"

I had been captivated by her all night
There was something about her that caught my eye
I couldn’t place a name to it.
I watch as she strips for hym
Standing there in her defiant stark beauty
I notice that others have gathered to watch this scene unfold
I wonder what will hy choose to be hys implements
To inflict maddeningly passionate torture on her body
As I watch
I see her lift her head
Her eyes catch mine
She is absolutely stunning there
A picture of obedient submission
Hy leads her to the St. Andrews cross and restrains her there perfectly
Her head is turned to the side
I meet her gaze full on
I watch as hy picks up the buffalo hide floggers
And begins hys warm-up
I watch intently, never losing her gaze
I watch as her body moves into each touch of the leather on her skin
And her eyes become glazed over with only the rawest of emotions
I feel a deep stirring in my body
I watch this torment play itself out before me
I watch as hy brings her closer and closer to the brink
Of what I am unsure
And yet through it all her gaze has never strayed from mine
Before long I see her eyes close
She bites her bottom lip
This scene so intense it shakes me to the core
And yet I am at the verge of release myself
Her eyes open and fix on me again as her body begins to shudder
Hy soon moves to release her
Beginning the aftercare that such an intense scene demands
I am left shaken to my core as together they turn
Walking away to some more secluded area
I shrug off the obviousness of my arousal
I make my way through the throngs of people outside into the darkness
I step into the womb of the night
Drawing several cleaning breaths into my lungs
Trying to still my raging libido
I am oblivious to time and space as the cool night air fills me
I then feel a touch upon my shoulder
Turning in the darkness
I know who it is even though I cannot see her face
I fight the urge to pull her into my arms
Showing her the extent of my arousal
Instead I stand silent
As she leans in and whispers
“Thank you”
Then kisses my cheek
Before waking away

10-10-2013, 07:28 PM	#11
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759003	2005 "The scene" I had been captivated by her all night There was something about her that caught my eye I couldn’t place a name to it. I watch as she strips for hym Standing there in her defiant stark beauty I notice that others have gathered to watch this scene unfold I wonder what will hy choose to be hys implements To inflict maddeningly passionate torture on her body As I watch I see her lift her head Her eyes catch mine She is absolutely stunning there A picture of obedient submission Hy leads her to the St. Andrews cross and restrains her there perfectly Her head is turned to the side I meet her gaze full on I watch as hy picks up the buffalo hide floggers And begins hys warm-up I watch intently, never losing her gaze I watch as her body moves into each touch of the leather on her skin And her eyes become glazed over with only the rawest of emotions I feel a deep stirring in my body I watch this torment play itself out before me I watch as hy brings her closer and closer to the brink Of what I am unsure And yet through it all her gaze has never strayed from mine Before long I see her eyes close She bites her bottom lip This scene so intense it shakes me to the core And yet I am at the verge of release myself Her eyes open and fix on me again as her body begins to shudder Hy soon moves to release her Beginning the aftercare that such an intense scene demands I am left shaken to my core as together they turn Walking away to some more secluded area I shrug off the obviousness of my arousal I make my way through the throngs of people outside into the darkness I step into the womb of the night Drawing several cleaning breaths into my lungs Trying to still my raging libido I am oblivious to time and space as the cool night air fills me I then feel a touch upon my shoulder Turning in the darkness I know who it is even though I cannot see her face I fight the urge to pull her into my arms Showing her the extent of my arousal Instead I stand silent As she leans in and whispers “Thank you” Then kisses my cheek Before waking away __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel