24th August 2011
I have spent so long alone, floating around in the sea of my life like an unmoored buoy, struggling against the tide but no matter how much life has tried to batter me down I have refused to drown. There have been some terrible storms to weather over the last 18 months and times when I came very close to submitting to the waves of life and giving up the fight but maybe I am stubborn, or stronger than I realised because I just kept on swimming, believing that if I did I would eventually reach my safe harbour.
He constantly called me onwards, encouraging me and loving me from afar, promising me that in the end he would come and be with me and so together, but apart, we lived as best we could. Both of us pined for the other, yearning for the missing person in our lives and our desperate heat for each other’s touch at times unbearable but never ever receding.
My safe harbour is here now, beside me every day, his strong arms circling me and his lips feasting on mine. His hands reach out to me whenever he feels like it and my skin stings from his loving caresses. I can taste his juices on my lips and smell his scent in my clothes. His belt is hanging on a hook in the hall and his clothes hang in the wardrobe next to mine.
Now I am floating round on a different kind of tide, this one is calm but exciting; it swirls and twirls me round and round but never ever threatens to drag me under. I am tethered securely to my mooring, my wrists tied firmly behind my back, the thick dark cord biting into my skin. My legs are chained wide open across the bed and a blind fold robs me of my vision. This night he uses me for his pleasure, driving his hard cock into my wet pussy. I thrash and squirm under his strong body but I am not fighting to be free, unlike the loose Molly, this Molly is happy to be tied in her place, bound to him and by him forever, set free by her bondage.
Ps…The word this week is ‘Buoy’….click on the icon’s below to find out who else is playing along this week.
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