March 9th 2010
I can’t wait to be in bed with him, to feel his body next to mine, his hands on me, his mouth hot and his teeth sharp on my soft tender flesh……
Can you see what I see, I wonder? Can you see me bound, gagged, ready for him to take his pleasure in, or maybe you can you see me curled up resting, marks on my body, sore and used, bruised and aching….waiting for what comes next?
I can’t wait to lay in bed and cast my eyes around the room for real. My eyes are drawn to the print on the wall, seeing it makes me smile, I know they chose it because it reminded them of me. It feels so right to be here, like it is all meant to be…
And there is his guitar on the wall. I love that bit, it somehow makes the room his room, his space, his place, which he has invited me into too. Cast your eyes up and you will see above the bed Barbie, such a dirty bad girl) in her cage where she belongs. She is trapped up there, naked and exposed, ready to be used……but it is me he will use, it is me he is smiling at, it is me he is kissing, touching, making burn and yearn and cry out, it is my name he calls out when he cums and it is me that he owns………..
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