R3MY WRITES

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Her creativity is my kink.

There's nothing more seductive

than her

stripping down

to her original essence,

soaked in a feral flow state,

birthing galaxies from her genius.

I want her barefoot on the hardwood,

dancing in paint,

whispering in poetry

to the sunrise,

paid in ecstasy

and eye contact

for simply being alive.

I want her calendar filled

with nothing but creation and kisses

I'm building a world where

she doesn't need to clock in because

her beauty already bends time.

I want to pay the bills

so she can pay attention

to the parts of her

this world taught her to abandon.

Her job description?

Bloom and blossom

until the garden cannot

contain her.

Her only responsibility?

Reminding gravity

it cannot keep a woman like her

down.

Her uniform?

Poetry so naked

it makes the truth feel overdressed.

Her boss?

The rhythm of her breath.

Her references?

The god that studied her heart

before creating

heaven.

The angels

birthed from the art

of her unedited expression.

Her entire employment history

can be summed up in one line:

hired by life itself

to remind every soul watching

that life itself

is beautiful

If I am to be a provider,

let me provide her

with overtime pay

to nap naked in the sunlight

on a Thursday

while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

Lingerie is cute and all,

but have you ever seen the lost art

of her unclenching her shoulders

and spreading open inside

her own limitlessness?

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And I'll spend my days missing you with a depth of feeling that defies definition, carving this yearning into my very bones. No number of miles could separate us when you've opened your arms to me again, for I have carved out a chasm in my heart and kept it open and aching, longing for the day you ask me to return.

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I am a dying star, slowly collapsing inward upon myself. Dying a slow, agonizing death of self-immolation, doomed to die knowing that those I love won't even know the process has begun until it has already finished and my light has already died out entirely

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If I die before she replies to that text, come to my grave and tell me. For I will check the phone every day for weeks, months, years, decades if I must. Opening it with fresh hope every single time in that endless, perfect moment of expectation. Hoping, yearning, knowing with certainty that this time, surely this time she will have replied. Surely this time, she wil have chosen to let me come home, to allow me the aching splendor of her embrace once again. To once again experience her scent wrapping around and intertwining with my own, the sweet mingling of our breath as I pull her close. To feel the caress of her hair against my skin as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her very essence.

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And if yearning for you had a cost, I'd pay in my bones without negotiation

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"No, baby. You haven't earned it yet" I say above the soft whimpers you make as your body shakes. I've been teasing you for hours, and at this point I'm shocked you haven't came yet. You're laid out on the bed, wrists tied above your head and your ankles tied to the bed posts, your soaked pussy spread before me as I stand, circling the bed for a better view. You can't see me, of course. The blindfold blocks your view of me, but you can hear me. My soft foot steps, the swish of the whip, the jingle of my ear rings that I wore just so you would be forced to listen for the sound to know where I am. I took the gag out a while ago - I couldn't help it, I needed to hear your moans, your gasps, and most of all I needed to hear your voice. To hear my name, quiet with exhaled breath. To hear you cry out in surprise as you feel the whip bite into your inner thigh. The moans as I touch you, tease you, stroking you as I explore your body. Seeing you bound, helpless before me... it brings out a surge of desire in me. A feeling of love, and of strength, power, control. Your voice is still ringing in my ears. "Shawn, please. Please, I need it. Please, I need to cum." Hearing it play through my mind endlessly, my favourite song on repeat.

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I had no clue what to expect walking into that house, but what I was NOT expecting, was you. Your eyes were what caught me first. I've never seen eyes that are quite that shade of brown... I had to look away just to distract myself. And then I saw the tattoos... I had to blink and shake my head a little, because clearly you're talking to me. Oh, right. "Hi, I'm Shawn." I want to taste you. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." I want to breathe in your scent. "How was your trip?" I want to know what it's like to kiss you and taste my cock on your lips. "Is work going okay?" I want to fold you in half.

Sitting there, talking to you, breathing in your scent, hearing the hint of home in your voice... God I just want to cross the room and pick you up, carry you to the bedroom and have you begging and pleading, see the light reflecting in those beautiful brown eyes as they soften under my gaze, feel your orgasm pour through you as you come for me. It's everything I can do to resist it, holding back this need, this desire. We sit around and make small talk, but I don't think I heard a single word because all I want to hear from your lips is my own name, over and over again, whispered in my ear like a prayer as I bury my cock in you. Feel your body under mine, see your wrists tied above your head, your ankles locked together behind me, pulling me closer, deeper.

We all sit together and have a few drinks, getting flirtier and more direct as the bottle gets emptier. You inch closer to me on the couch throughout the night, and I can see that you want it too. Holly stands, says she's gonna head home. I stand, walk her to the door, hug her. I stop by my car and grab my bag, thankful I had the presence of mind to pack it... I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I'm glad I did. On my way back inside, I stop by the kitchen, pouring myself a shot and downing it before heading back into the living room.

I pause in the doorway, drinking you in. The black, the slim fit stone wash jeans, feet tucked under you on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. Those beautiful brown eyes looking back at me with equal intent. I don't even bother saying anything, we both know what we want. I just walk straight to you, pulling my shirt out of my jeans as I go. Your eyes follow me across the room, never leaving my face as I come closer, standing over you, leaning in... your perfume is exactly how I'd imagined, light and floral and delicate. You smell incredible, and it floods my head as my lips find yours. I'd intended it to be light, soft... I wasn't prepared for your hunger, your desire, your heat. My hand tangles in your hair as your arms wrap around me, pulling me in. I run my hands down your sides, fingers sliding across the bare skin of your hips as your shirt rides up in your need. I pull back just long enough to look you in the eyes and ask you. "Do you want this?" I say. You nod once, eyes not leaving mine. "Yes, I do" is all you say. It's all I needed you to say. I pull my t-shirt up over my head, feeling your hands running across my chest as I toss the shirt aside. Your shirt quickly follows, exposing the lacy bra that matches the rest of your outfit. Leaning in, I hum appreciatively as I trail kisses across your collarbones, shifting your hips to the edge of the cushions as I kiss down your chest. You gasp as I pull you across the couch, but I'm not interested in pausing. I've waited all day for this, dreaming and fantasizing about this moment. I unbutton your pants as I continue to kiss your hip bones, sliding them off you and pushing you back so you're laying down. "I've needed this since I set eyes on you" I say softly, moving a hand up your inner thigh. I can see how wet you are, so wet I could probably wring your panties out and drink you. And God do you look perfect... your body is everything I dreamed it would be, curves and planes and shape in all the places I love. I rub you over your panties, teasing my fingers under the edge of your waistband as I kiss and nip at your inner thigh. Your gasps only serve to make me harder, my jeans becoming painfully tight as I pull the edge of your panties aside and sliding a finger up and making slow circles over your clitoris. Your moans get louder as I replace my hand with my tongue, continuing to make slow circles as I draw you into my mouth, hearing as much as feeling how badly you need my touch. And who am I to say no? I give you what you need, sliding a finger into you as my tongue continues to tease you. You moan and say my name, your hand running through my hair as I start to stroke you, learning your body like it's a roadmap. Feeling you tighten up around me, drawing your orgasm closer and closer... but I've been waiting for this moment, and you aren't done yet. Just as I feel you clench, your moans getting louder and louder, I stop entirely. Your hand fists in my hair, trying to pull me back as I slide away. I grab your wrist and pin it to the couch, my other hand covering your mouth as you begin to protest. "No, pretty girl. You're mine now. And you cum when I say so."

My hand stays on your wrist as you try to complain, begging me not to stop. I know you were close. I know you need it. But I'm not about to let you off that easily, not when I had to wait all fucking day. I want to savor it, to feel it as the orgasm tears through you. I undo my belt and quickly remove my jeans, feeling the pressure on my cock relieved as they slide over my hips. I reach into my bag, discarding the lubricant - doesn't seem like I'll need that after all - and find the restraints. I snap them over your wrists as you continue to protest, but the time for no was before we started. Now it's time for you to give me what I need. I push my fingers against your tongue, silencing your complaints. Then I use your own saliva as lube, rubbing it over my cock as I stroke your pretty little throat with my other hand. Lifting your thighs, I position myself over you, rubbing your sweet cunt as you start to moan again. I grab the chain of your restraints, pinning your wrists above your head as I push myself into you. "God, you feel so fucking good baby" I say, barely containing the groan that follows as I feel how warm and wet you are. "Are you ready to behave?"

I don't bother waiting for an answer, and lean in to kiss you as I lift your legs higher and pull back before shoving my cock back into you mercilessly. I keep doing that, feeling your back arch as you feel me sliding in and out of you. I can feel you starting to tighten up around me again, but I'm just getting started. I pull out, shifting you so I've got one leg trapped under me and the other up in the air, before sliding back into you. I keep your wrists pinned with one hand, the other gripping your hips to keep you steady as I begin to pound into you, driving my weight behind every stroke. "That's it baby, just like that" I tell you as your gasps and moans get louder and louder. I let go of your hips to make slow circles over your clit as I continue to fuck you, pouring out the pent up frustration that had been building all day. I keep going, knowing you're getting closer and closer. Just as I feel you're about to come, I wrap my free hand around your throat, applying pressure as I keep pace. "That's my good girl. Come on, give it to me. I need it, I need you to come for me" I tell you, seeing your eyes lock onto mine as your orgasm reaches a crescendo. You flood onto my cock as you come, practically pouring onto me as I continue to fuck you without mercy. And just as you're starting to see stars from the chokehold I have on you, I let go. Oxygen floods your brain, and the rush almost sends you into another orgasm as I continue to fuck you. I know I'm getting close too, and I grab your hip again, using them to pull you into me with each thrust, using your body to keep time with my own. "Say my name, baby. I want my name on your lips while you come for me. That's it, sweet girl. Just like that. Eyes on me." I can see you struggling to keep your eyes on me as you get closer and closer, but hearing my name on your lips, hearing you tell me you're going to come... that's all it takes to tip me over the edge. We come together, both of us panting in unison and gasping as we give each other what we so desperately needed all along. Hearing you gasp out my name, feeling you grip my cock like you don't ever want me to pull out, is my undoing.

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"That fucking leash is going to be the end of me" I think to myself as you walk into the room. I'm in our dungeon, surrounded by red walls, dim lighting, and black cushioned furniture, with crops and whips and floggers and masks and just about any other kind tool we could dream up together. You look incredible, of course. Your perfect tits strain against the sheer fabric of that red lingerie set that you know drives me wild. The colourful lace does nothing to hide your perfectly soft stomach and pussy, round ass, and incredible legs, and it's followed up with a set of red heels to go with it. But that fucking leash and collar that you're wearing... I just want to walk up to you, grab you by that collar, and yank you down to your knees with leash in hand and bury my cock down your fucking throat. Seeing it on you just brings out something primal in me and I have to fight to control it. It makes me want to- my thoughts cut off as I realise I'm on my feet before you, reaching for the leash. I hadn't even realised I had gotten up. The instant I touch it, I know I'm not stopping this time. I gather it in my fist, tugging on it until you're forced to take a half step forward bringing you mere inches from me. "You want to wear that collar for me, sweet girl? Then get on your fucking knees and tell me how much you need it" I growl, never breaking eye contact as I watch you lower yourself down to your knees. Seeing you in front of me, leash in hand,

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I'm at the hotel.  Finally.  After endless days of forced abstinance, finally the target of my desire, my sweet little Karo, is close.  I tell you I'm in town, but you tell me you're still at work.  As if I was fucking asking.  I call you, tell you to get your ass to the hell, NOW, or else you won't enjoy what comes next.  As I wait for you to get to my room, watching the little dot of the GPS tracker move closer and closer, I start to pour myself a drink.  Then, thinking better of it, leave the glass untouched and pour two more, setting them all in a line on the counter.... and now, I wait.  I see your dot come to a stop outside the building.  Knowing you are so close, knowing what I'm about to do to you, I can feel my cock start to harden.  Footsteps outside, a pause, then a quiet, almost hesitant knock at the door.  "Mmm, don't be shy now, baby.  You earned this" I say to myself as I cross the room in three quick strides, throwing the door open and yanking you into the room in one smooth motion.  Hearing your surprised gasp and the moan you try to hide, only makes my cock even harder as I tangle my hand into your hair, yanking your head back so I can taste your divine lips.  God I've waited so fucking long for this, I can feel my pants grow painfully tight around my cock as I slide my free hand across your jaw, down your throat to your collarbone.  Without breaking the kiss, I shove you against the wall, my mouth pressed firmly sgainst yours as I feel the impact of the wall momentarily take your breath away.  "Careful now, don't want to break her quite so soon" I think to myself as I growl against your lips.

Pulling back but keeping you pinned firmly against the wall, I lean in close and wrap my hand around your throat, using my handhold to turn your head so you're looking at the three glasses lined up on the table.  "You're going to drink every last fucking drop of that, and then I'm going to fuck you until I feel like forgiving you for making me wait this long."

I can feel you swallow against my hand as you look up into my eyes and nod your head.  "Yes sir" you whisper quietly, swallowing again.  'Mmm that's my girl' I think to myself, stepping aside and watching your hips sway as you walk straight up to the table and down the first glass.  I can see it burns, and you make a face as you swallow.  "Keep going, baby" I say as you steel yourself for the next one.  Downing the next one, I can see tears come to your eyes from the burn of the liquor.  "Almost there, baby.  Don't quit on me now" I tell you, encouraging you as you grab the third and final glass.  You quickly tip your head back and swallow the last of the harsh whiskey, setting the glass down as tears well up in your eyes and one falls down your cheek.  The instant the glass touches the table, I step closer.  "Now strip for me, baby.  I need to see that perfect fucking body"

You look up at me again, nodding and raising your hands to comply.  The moment you start to raise your shirt up, however, I can't help myself.  I step to the chair you're sitting in and start tearing off your clothes.  "I'm going to use you like my little fucking plaything" I groan into your neck as I unclasp your bra, pulling you roughly out of the chair as my hands find the hem of your jeans, barely bothering to take the time to undo the button and zipper before tugging them down your hips and to the floor.  Picking you up, I carry you the 10 feet to the bed, where I lay you down nd climb up onto the bed until my body is laid over yours.  Not bothering to unbutton my shirt in my hurry, I just rip it open and hear the buttons scatter as my boots and jeans quickly follow.  I run my hand right down your body straight to where I need you most, feeling how warm and wet you already are for me.  Sliding a finger up and down your slick opening, hearing as much as feeling how incredibly fucking wet you are.  'Seems you want this as much as I do' I think to myself as I plunge a finger into you, sliding my body down yours as I expertly find your rhythm.  You open up and lift your legs to invite me in further, drawing me even deeper inside you.  I can feel you tighten around my finger as I suck on your clit, reveling in the taste of you.  "Not so fast, baby" I whisper against your clit as I slow down my pace, wanting to savor you, devour you and feast on you.  You moan, begging me to let you cum as I start to move faster, playing with your clit with the tip of my tongue as I suck on it.  That's all it takes to send you over the edge, as you scream out your orgasm, wrapping your hands in my hair and pulling my face into you, flooding my mouth and beard with your juices as you tighten around my finger so hard it's almost painful.  "That's my girl...  you did so good, baby.  But you aren't done yet." I tell you as my cock goes from rock hard to diamond.  I bite the inside of your thigh, then work my way back up your body until I'm level with you.  I kiss you, knowing my lips must taste like your pussy.  You raise your hand to my beard, feeling how soaked it is.  Giggling, you start to apologise until I cut you off, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the mattress above your head.

"Don't you dare wipe that off.  That, just like the rest of you, belongs to me.  You're going to lay there and be my little fucktoy until I've had my fucking fill.  Do you understand me?"  I say as I quickly tie your wrists together with my belt.  You look at me with wide, innocent eyes and nod, silently giving me permission to take you, to claim you and mark you as my own.  Checking that your wrists are secure, I hold them in place above your head as I start to kiss you, lifting your leg with my other hand and sliding my cock up and down, soaking in the juices that are still dripping from you.  Just as you start to moan into my mouth, I tighten my grip and shove my cock all the way inside you, feeling how warm and tight and wet you are as your mouth opens in a shocked gasp, starting to say something.  I cover your mouth with my hand, stuffing your own panties into your mouth to gag you.  You aren't about to stop this now.  You had your chance, bur you came here todsy knowing exactly what would happen.  You chose this, you want this.  Hell, you NEED this, just as much as I do.

You wrap your legs around my waist, pulling me deeper as I fuck away months of frustration and pent up desire, pouring out all my need into your soft  and gentle body.  Seeing that you've accepted your role in this, I remove the gag so I can hear your whimpers and gasps and moans as I continue to fuck you, getting closer and closer to the edge.  You can see it, because as I release your bonds and wrap my hand around your throat, you lift your arms until your tied wrists are behind my head, using the bonds to pull my head in as your ankles lock together behind my waist, trapping me inside you so I have no choice but to pour all my cum deep inside you.  I groan, gasping out your name as your actions send me tumbling over the edge, the intensity of my orgasm ripping away any last shreds of self control I might have had left as I pump in and out of you wildly, filling you up to your tight, wet pussy is drenched and overflowing with my cum, until the walls of your vagina are coated in my seed and the tip of my cock is placed directly over your cervix, pushing my cum straight to your ovaries as I breed you and give you my firstborn child.