The carnal need…

Relaxing, all I can think about is how it would be to be worshipped truly.

My beloved on their knees, knowing how powerful they are but that they surrender to me willingly. That they crawl to me, that they let my hand wrap around their throat, feeling their heart race beneath my palm as I pull them closer.

Letting their skin warm mine, their hands begging for permission to touch me… And I let them. Feeling their touch ghost up my legs, their lips following suit, peppering my scars and freckles with their kisses. Their heated breath, their lips, that soft groan as they look up at me… Hunger filling their gaze.

I want to be wanted, to be needed like air to them. To know they’d do anything for me like I would for them. I want to entangle myself in them, to feel their flesh beneath my teeth as I mark whats mine. Their kisses stealing away my breath as I encase them, straddling them as they melt for me. Letting their arms wrap around me... God, tasting their salt, smelling their skin. I want every bit of that. I want to feel their voice in their chest, to hear sleep uncover their voice as they wake.

I want to hold their hand in mine in every way possible… In sin and in life. Make it so my hickies and my bruises make a collar around their neck… To highlight all the part of them that I adore.

To pet their head, draw shapes into their skin and make my name pop against their meat when my nails bury themselves in their flesh. I want that warmth, I want that heat. I want to feel their gaze on me, even as I do mundane things. I want them to know that even though we’re equals… That I can just as easily make them kneel. And I want them to relish in that factor. That they engage in banter and not be afraid of being a bit of a brat for me.

So that we can play and be cruel… Just so I can be twice as sweet to them. I want to taste them on my lips, to pin them against a wall and make them whimper as they feel my hands beneath their clothes. I want to be greedy, to be demanding… And I want them to want that from me. I want them to beg for me to take whats mine.

For them to beg for my boot pressed against their chest while I stare down at their feral being. Seeing how they squirm and ache for me. God, I ache for that too. To see how the docile home-life goes when we get together, when we can read each others minds and just fucking attack one another.

I want the calm, the tough, the fucking nights where neither of us can sleep and just end up talking the night away before we both fall asleep in each others arms. To have and hold intimacy with the promise of carnality. The most sinful yet divine marriage. A 24/7 dynamic that functions to better both dominant and submissive, that makes both of us even greater. To show just how we can both grow for each other.

Goddamn… I’m just working myself into a frenzy but I can’t help it. When my boredom eats away at me, this is where my mind wanders.

Where does yours go? Can you tell me?