Cock Worship

I am excited that in just 117 hours I will be reunited with my Owner.
And shortly thereafter reunited with his cock.
He will fuck me
beat me
humiliate me
make me a thing
a fucktoy
a hole
his toilet
his foot stool
his slave

I have been on orgasm restriction for weeks and I'm dying from anticipation
from want
from need

My imagination is going wild with the abuses I am craving
but the thing I want the most
is to worship his cock

to kiss and lick it's hardness
to travel down and tongue his asshole
to cup his balls in my mouth
to have him push my head firmly downwards so I am forced to open my throat and literally swallow his head
to hear the frightening, sucking, animal sounds coming from my own mouth as he shoves his cock harder and deeper
to grip the meat on his thighs in excitement as I feel his balls tighten, his cock pulse
to exist in that moment with the sole purpose of bringing him pleasure
to extract my own pleasure from his excitement
to taste his warm, salty skin
to hear him utter "good girl" just before he explodes in my mouth allowing me to savor every last drop

and if I am lucky and extra good
perhaps I'll get to do it again

and again

xxxo

Hello Blogger!

I have just been freed from the oppressive and sexually bereft world of Wordpress.com

Whew!

Who knew a couple naughty pics and they would snatch your entire blog, your followers, your reader, everything- straight from under you!?

Well, here I am now to start anew. I can already tell I will be much more at home here and I hope to make as many friends/connections as I did at WP. I thought I would be sad to have to start all over, but I'm kind of excited. 

I would like to dedicate this blog to my Owner

So, here is a love letter

When I give myself to you

I give you all of me

That means something

There once was a girl who, who trusted no one

who hid from all

One who would die fighting

before she let anyone close

a girl who was an abandoned house with stale, empty rooms

florescent light

a lead bell ringing

a girl who had built a wall so high, she couldn’t see the sun

or remember a time when she had

There once was a girl who wasn’t a girl at all

she was a wrung out washcloth

a gutted animal

a dead language

There was a girl who didn’t know her name

who had never seen her face

and then

you touched her

like Beauty she awakened

and followed you, because she had nowhere else to go

stumbling and blind at first, she often fell

short

but you were patient, diligent and powerful

You saw an empty vessel and knew instinctively that it needed filling

you gave her desire

you gave her intent

You created in her a sense of purpose

a personal reprieve

and now that girl, who wasn’t a girl at all

kneels before you

complete

focused

unabridged

unimpaired

You took a girl who wasn’t a girl at all

and you made her

yours

xxxo