I love your snore, too

The first time I heard you snore

10/11/10

Your languid, love-soaked limbs

tangled with mine. Your embered, curving spine

pressed against each inch of my smoldering

chest. Wrapped around you like second skin.

Your rhythmic breath falling and rising and

Falling in time with the heavy autumn rain.

Lulling us to slumber.

Cradled in my hollows – a you-shaped

alcove carved by time’s swell – your soul

sinks silently into mine. Your gentle

Snore starts softly. Crescent moon

Tumbling across my sated, swollen lips.

Shimmering in between worlds,

Shielded and love-drunk, you

let

go

His Strength Held Me

Part 4/4 (Part 3: https://endlesspleasure.wordpress.com/2010/10/05/the-kiss/)

The Priest pulled me away from the fence and told me to dance.  Still blindfolded, I felt the whip find me.  I moved my hips and still it found me. I danced free, my soul ablaze and laughing.  I was swimming in the sea of ecstasy, surrounded and buoyant.

And then the Priest pushed me forward and I felt my Knight’s arms grab me, and push me backwards. The two men spun me around, throwing me completely off kilter, back and forth, removing any sense of direction until the Priest shoved me hard and I felt myself pressed against the firmness of my Knight’s chest. He held me close as the Priest stepped behind me and softly whispered in my ear, “No matter what happens next, do not look away.” And he lifted my blindfold to reveal the luminous man before me, holding my gaze. My Knight held my body and I smiled through my tears as I saw profound love in his eyes.

As the lashings resumed, we did not look away, my eyes and soul open before him, as his were before me. My body protected him from any danger, and his strength held me in the moment, vulnerable yet capable of absorbing the pummeling, the ordeal. 

I cried with pain and pure joy. Pressed to the heat of him, I radiated utter gratitude to the Universe, knowing that this moment was more than two bodies meeting.  It was a moment of two souls finding each other again. I surrendered completely to love and knew we had been transformed. 

The lashings ended. And as Love led me to a private space, our new life began.

The Kiss

Part 3/4 (Part 2: https://endlesspleasure.wordpress.com/2010/09/30/cutting-away-the-past/)

My first kiss of the whip.  There was nothing quite like it.  Biting, stinging, sharp, potent, rich, needy.  Acute awareness flooded my body as the Priest introduced me to her – his beautiful, elegant and cruel whip. He started slowly, allowing my body to adjust. And then he began pushing me.

She was intense.  I felt her mark me, the pain increasing with every lash.  I laughed with giddy glee, concentrating on each sting, each crack of that whip. And then I felt my Knight’s hand on my chest, my heart chakra. He firmly said, “Breathe”. I obeyed without question, feeling the energy flow from my feet upwards to my torso.

“Look at those blossoming marks,” the Priest told my Knight.  I could not see, but I felt the pain surging and my desire flowing.  All across my back, ass, legs, I felt her consuming me.  And I felt love’s hand on me.  Just breathe.

I began to feel lightheaded, and so the Priest turned me around.  But oh, we were not done yet.  My hands, reattached above me, began to vibrate energy and power.  Pure balls of light.  I laughed and laughed like someone who doesn’t care how she sounds and declared my joy.  And then the whip hit my breast. My stomach. Upper thighs.  I felt helpless, exposed, and heard loud moans that must have been mine.

“Let it out!” the Priest insisted.  I moaned greedily.

“Louder! I know you can sing!” He had been pushing me, knowing the music within me, within my body. And so I sang. Screamed. Laughed. Let go. Aaaaaaaaargh. Yes.

The searing pain shot through my body again as she ripped off one nipple clamp. Breathe. Dark red pain as the second nipple clamp was lashed off.  Yes, love. 

The Priest unchained me and pulled me away from the fence.  “We are not done yet,” he said firmly.

(Continued)