Tag: passion

A casual trip to our lake turned playful as your teasing gets you chased and scooped up in my arms.  Carrying you down into the water as you lightly struggle knowing there is no real escape nor do you want to.  I walk us both into the cool water as our smiles press together and turn to gasps as the cold shivers our body in the sun.  You wrap your arms around me as our clothes get cast then you feel my strong lift as I pull you up tight to my body.  Our laughter turning to deep passionate kisses.

Coming home late to find the house oddly quiet until I head upstairs toward your room.  Then the soft voice moaning from behind the bedroom door.  I smile as you found my gift.  A little recording left for you when you were not looking.  You turned it on after your shower to find my deep voice:

Although I will be working late you will be in my mind in every moment babygirl.  Daddy will be thinking about all the things he plans to do your body tonight when I get home.  So put on something sexy and lay back on your bed.  Prepare that delicious body for my tongue, my mouth, my teeth, my hands, my fingers, and my cock.  Daddy is going to exhaust your body till all you can do is curl up against me and weep in my arms.

I stood there watching you wiggling on the bed not aware I was already home, replaying my message with the scent of your sex filling the room.  I loosen my tie as you feel my hands begin to open your legs.  “Daddy’s here!”

I find that with all the openness in our sexual desires, kinks, fantasies that men have forgotten how to be gentlemen.  Just because she is submissive does not mean she is not a lady, a queen, a princess, and a gift.   Show her the respect, care, and love that she deserves for allowing you to be hers as much as she is yours.  Let her know there is more in life than just the sexual exploration and playfulness.  

Share love, passion, dreams while celebrating her beauty, her mind, her caring supportive spirit.

The world wants us caged.  Iron bars of conformity, of politically correct, of socially acceptable.   They don’t know me very well.  These bars won’t contain me, my wicked, twisted, kinky, wild, and playful mind will not be held because others don’t agree, don’t support, don’t understand me.  But you do…..you are the key to the prison that I live in….with you I am free to be who I am.  Slip inside my mind and body and release me.   Set me free so we can explore, play, live the lives we deserve to live.  Our fantasies and desires unleashed from the dark cells they want them hidden in.

Your friend from work was having some trouble at home so you invited her over to dinner.   When we hear everything that was going on, the abuse and pain you were in emotionally, we decided you should stay.   We had a guess room so it would be no problem for you to have your own space.  She confessed she was always jealous of our love when we were all out together.  I could feel you squeeze my hand under the table as we talked over wine and dessert.  

You set her up with fresh sheets, pillows and bid her goodnight as I slipped into the shower to get ready for bed.   When I got done you were in bed waiting and as the lights turned off we kissed, touched, let our love and passions flow naturally into each other.  Neither of us heard the clicking of her heels as she went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  Nor did we hear them return and stop in the heat of our love making.  When you caught the peeking eyes in the reflected mirror you never stopped you just held your breasts and moaned louder.  I cautioned you to hush so your friend was not disturbed but you keep your eyes locked on hers through the mirror and came hard on me.   

She went back to her room and opened her legs wide as her fingers slipped in thinking about what she had just seen.  You kissed me as I drifted off to sleep and you waited just long enough that I would not stir.  You walked down the hall to the guest room and closed the door behind you.  When she saw you she went to cover herself in embarrassment only to watch you sit and pull the sheets away.  your hands moving to her already soaked flesh as you let her know with your warm smile she was welcome here.  All she could do is lay back and stiffen as you took her into a string of orgasms.  Then you kissed her goodnight whispering that tomorrow she could stay in our bed.

modo-vestra:

My strong loving Daddy..all I ever need is Your embrace..💞 Nite..💓

You would think I was the strong one, doing everything in my power to protect and love you….but its you.  Your touch, your kiss, your body snuggled into mine……its your love that gives me my strength to do everything I can.  My beautiful love, my heart, my soul I will never be able to give you more than you give to me.  So nestle into me tonight, let me wrap you in my embrace so you feel safe, and let me be yours as you are mine!

Your best friend invited you over for dinner with her girl friend.  They had only been dating for a few months and although she took some of her attentions away from you, you were happy for her.  You agreed to dinner as long as you could bring the wine.   It was a great night full of laughter, good food and drinks.   You commented on some of the pottery around her house you had not noticed before.  

They pick up their glasses and guide you down to the spare room.  It was no longer a bedroom but an art room full of paintings and pottery.  “Oh god tell me you don’t play the ghost soundtrack when you are both in here.” You all burst out laughing but you did feel a bit jealous of them.  Her girlfriend tells you that you should try and the conversation goes to your lack of artistic ability.  

The next thing you feel is your friend turning you toward her.  She starts to unbutton your blouse as her girl is putting up her hair and pulling old men’s dress shirts off the wall.   “We don’t want to ruin your good clothes so we use these” she smile.  You know better.  You can feel that old familiar touch on your skin as you are undressed and the shirt is slipped on you.  They both do the same and you watch them kiss.  Your body aches watching them and her girlfriend see it in you.  She sets up the clay as you sit down looking up at them.  Their hands work with yours to get everything wet, rotating, moving in your hands.  

Then her lover kisses you directly over you and you see her bite her lip.  As they kiss your best friends hands move down your shoulders and into the open shirt to massage your breasts.  They peak immediately as your eyes close.  Her hands on you, oh how you missed them.  Her hands caressing you as her girlfriend moves the kiss down to your open mouth.  Her tongue slips in and she sucks your kiss into hers.  They touch and kiss you in every way as that wet sticky clay clings to your body.   Then you feel her friend pull away.  “I’m going to go start the shower, the clean up is just as enjoyable.”  

coastal-gentleman:

Its beach time Baby! @inner-passages

Our day at the beach full of sunning and swimming, splashing and playing.  Rubbing lotion on each other with a few fingers slipping, kissing out in the ocean with out hands roaming each others bodies heating us more than the sun every could.   When the crowds die down, the sun start to set, we find a place to be alone.  Hungry kisses and passions swirl as you decide to say for the night.  We just could not wait long enough to drive home to have each other so here with the posts to my back and the sand shifting below us, I need you now.