It’s been so long since I’ve been held the way you held me. So tenderly. It wasn’t sexual, but it was filled with so much affection. Like you wanted me. It felt so good to be wanted. Of course, I’ve been wanted by others, but you were different. Everything about those moments were so different. From the moment you walked in to see me it was like you were on a mission, and if that mission was to make me never forget you then I believe you have accomplished that. We sat together and watched tv and it felt like you were trying to be a gentleman, and I respected it. Few seconds flew by, and my legs were on yours by no will of my own.
So cute to have your hands on me, even if was just a little bit. I thought it was all we were going to do; I was blissfully mistaken. Then you pulled me closer and laid on top of me. It was the most innocent of actions, but it did so many things to me. Your gentle fingers caressing my thighs so tenderly evoked more emotion in me that much more intimate actions haven’t been able to in years. Being in your arms and you in mine was such a beautiful moment. I never wanted it to end. I felt treasured and adored being cuddled by you. Its unlike anything I’ve felt. From being numb for a very long time to having an eruption of emotions, it felt so surreal.
Then you kissed me.
Now I realise that unplanned interactions are more satisfying. I am forever haunted by the ease in which you touched my face and brought your lips to mine. I am constantly lost in the memory of how seamless the whole experience was. I realise that letting things happen naturally is the best. I’ve known this before, but I think I needed a refresher. When you touched me, you imprinted permanent marks in my head and on my body. She sang for you like she hadn’t sung for anyone else. The fact that my ass hurt from all the spanking the next day, was a blissful reminder of what you did to me. My ass doesn’t hurt anymore but I’ll still not get over it.
I’ve never been spanked so well. Everything you did was just too much and felt so damn good. I can still remember how your hands roamed my body, how they held me, how they chocked me, how they held and caressed my breasts, how they teased and pinched my nipples. I remember the tremors that ran through my body when the pain hit. I’ve recently had this ideology that I need pain to enjoy pleasure. You proved my theory very correct. What I loved the most is that I didn’t have to tell you what I needed, even if I wasn’t even sure myself. Everything you did just felt right. The words you said. Calling me your ‘good girl’. Telling me to cum for you and I did.
You are the only person that has ever made me cum. I can never forget that experience especially when you did it again. For the first time I didn’t even know when or if I came. I couldn’t tell the difference; the pleasure was just so fucking much. Can’t remember the last time I felt so horny, so overly stimulated and so ready to do things I’ve never done. You have done something that I’ve lost hope if it could ever happen. I’ve not been a fan of chocking, but you changed that. It’s like I was an instrument that you were trained to play. I still remember how good you felt. How good I felt. Every time I think of that moment, I’m lost in awe of pleasure you gave me.
You touched me like I was yours. Like my body was owned by you. I’ve never been so entrapped by an experience that even the simple action of running my hands though my hair reminds me of how you did it and kept doing it to me. Then I shake my ass while dancing and remember how you spanked me from the moment you started till when you left. I had to lay on you in a way you could have access to spank me. Your obsession with my ass was adorable. Why am I saying ‘was’ like you’re not still obsessed with it. Filthy words, skilled hands and fingers, and a dangerous mouth. I was damn ready to propose.
It’s been weeks now and I still can’t get you out of my head. You’ve unleashed a monster and it’s your job to take care of it. Now I know that I’ll never settle for less and to not be with someone who can’t please me. I’m more aware of my needs now and you’re in trouble once I get my hands on you. But I think I’m in trouble too. Years of sexual tension would be fucking chaotic when it finally comes to the point of release. You have no idea how detailed the memory of you tasting me on your fingers is. Watching you see, feel and taste the madness you caused me was paradise. I want to please you like you pleased me or even more. Maybe next time.
I will think of you till we meet again. Till I get to feel those strong arms hold me down and make me yours completely. Till you kiss me senseless. Till you spank me like its an addiction and whisper dirty pretty words to me. Fuck! I want you so badly right now. Who knows I might actually let you live up to your nickname and let you put a baby in me, so you can finally be my baby daddy.
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