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For Sir
For Sir Her hip would often slip out, but with a day’s rest, she’d be fine so it was for her not a major worry, simply a fact of life. as she relaxed under her favorite quilt, all her goodies beside her, her cell phone lit up with a text. At first, she pushed back against the invasion of someone into this peaceful moment, not wanting to talk but it was Him and she could not ignore the need that surged through her just seeing his name. she texted a terse Hi. Brat. He never was rude in His treatment of her. Never wavered in his solicitude. And yet she tested him in small ways, in ways she knew were petty given the knowns. She disliked that in herself, found it distasteful but did it nonetheless; a chore almost. It worried her late at night when she sat smoking, waiting for the birds to wake. For a woman who was known for being generous of spirit, she had a spite in her that came out in curious ways at the oddest times. His voice in her ear when he called changed all that. Like cool clean water slipping down a dry throat. It made her let go of anything but Him. It’s a gift to have a voice like that, a spinner’s voice. Takes the air, curls it round his tongue. No matter the words the sound alone carries you off. When it drops low, heavy, why it’s like a storm coming, the breath in you nearly stopping. Words scurry off to hide behind the sound of need rising. Desire strong, deep, her smell already filling the room. Shameless . At her age. To crave, to beg, to sink the pain beneath the lust, His voice pulling her deeper into their world as she opened, as He used his voice to pull her to Him. It is a magical thing to be in one place, your lover in another and yet for a time, to live in the same moment. In the desire or the need, perhaps the desperation, to connect the infinite in each of you as one. The physics is enough to make you laugh, or gape in awe. Now just think about the sheer joy of it. my god, the joy of another body joined with your body, the energy, the trust. How do I love Thee, let me count the ways. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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no image. whatever would i have put? You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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There is no image I could have put either (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Magic! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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I can imagine a voice like that. The right voice works magic on me.
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I know that feeling.... 😊 Rachel Mae
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*sigh* I do so love your writing. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
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You are a gifted writer. Thoughts from the Garden...
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Yes, sometimes certain people just have "that voice" that can get into you so deep. Excellent... as always.
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Very powerful words wicked. Love it hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Now that's a hot read for our morning, thank you for sharing got to love a man who can do this..
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"for a time, to live in the same moment".....well said....it's an amazing event when that happens.
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Beautifully written about a sentiment that many of us have had to endure. And sometimes it is a pleasure... Never stop writing, sis, never, kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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