Your Peace at Hand

There's something about being

Pushed up against a wall

Your back flat up against it

Staring straight into eyes that see through you

Swallowing hard

Waiting for your heart to start beating again

There's something about

Being made to crawl across the floor

To a seated Man, staring into your eyes

Not letting you not look at Him

Not letting you stumble

Drawing you to Him without a word

Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat

There's something about

Being pulled up by your hair

Feeling that hand slink up your neck

Into your tresses, close to the scalp

Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips

The pain not nearly as strong as the urge

To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip

There's something about

Being bitten

Especially on the back of the neck or nipple

Feeling His teeth so close to piercing you

Wondering, as you cry out, if He will, this time

Wondering, if you're going to bleed for your Submission

There's something about

Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning

Without pretense, without question

Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin

Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass

As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand

The tears you cry not cooling you

The tears you cry because He has found you

There's something about

Those words He uses

Those names He calls you

Those phrases meant to elicit a response

And you do respond

All of you responds

And your body betrays you, always

There's something about

Being thrown down and taken

Not against your will

For your will is to be there

To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish

And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him

And you know you are home

There's something about

Kneeling quietly beside Him

Your body bruised, reddened, coated, tired

Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time

Your head bowed, your eyes closed

Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you

Your submission, unquestioned

Your Peace at Hand

~Author Unknown

 If anyone knows who wrote this please let me know so I can give proper credit to the brilliant mind behind it.  Thank you.

Hunger

I haven’t been one to follow trends, I don’t have any random piercings nor do I have any tattoos. I’ve never been the kind of girl who falls for the bad boy look, but there is something about this guy at a local fast food place who makes me want to reconsider. He hasn’t been working there long, he runs the drive-thru. The restaurant has good breakfasts but I don’t wake up that early. They serve salty ice, flat beverages, and crappy luke-warm food. Yet I stop by at least once a week, I can’t help myself. He is tall, dark hair, blue-green eyes, a killer smile, and the sexiest neck tattoo I have ever seen in my entire life! I just want to run my tongue over the Chinese characters! He has other tattoos, almost a sleeve and I can only imagine the ones beneath his clothing. But it’s his neck that holds my attention. I don’t know what it is about him – is it the confidence in his eye contact or the sincerity of his smile... or that sexy tatt...


Lunch time! I'm going to take another look!

Snow Shoveling Joke

This got me tickled. I can't decide if some people get what is coming to them or if some people go overboard!

Making Salad

I've never been one to have food fantasies before... but something about this story... *blush* 

Dinah peeked around the corner to get a better look.  There He was, working at the salad prep counter.  She muttered under her breath, He hates that station!  For a split second, she reconsiders her agenda but the pulsing ache within tells her this is the best time!  He will be in a fowl mood anyway for being stuck there, she might as well do something to deserve His temper.  

She eases to a kneel and slinks across the busy kitchen on all fours, huntress's prowl to her movements, hungry gaze locked to her target.  She lowers lips to His feet in a meek fashion, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable to Him as the slut pulls to a wide kneel.  At first He jumps, mutters a curse word, then points for her to climb under the table.  Dinah positions herself in a manner she knows pleases Him, using her body language to communicate her desires, mouth opened wide as the whore whimpers like a bitch in heat...pleading with her body for His cock.  V steps closer to the table and unzips his fly, the eager girl swallows Him in a mouthful in her desperation for a taste of Him.  V continues to slice vegetables, the harsh sound of the knife smacking the prep table drowned out the sounds of the sluts slurps and whimpers otherwise muffled by His cock. 

After a few blissful minutes of worshipping His arousal, His hand slips below to grasp her by long dark hair!  He drags her to her feet roughly, unceremoniously shoves her over the counter, sending a spray of salad mixture to the floor.  With a grunt He lays claim to what is His, Dinah moans loudly into part of a head of lettuce as He takes her flesh for His pleasure.  Lost in the glorious feeling of His ownership, she jumps at the cold tip probing her ass.  His chuckle strokes fires within, "Carrots are good for you whore, open up."  Face burns crimson as the medium sized carrot forces its entry of her dark star.  Her cries become louder, being filled with the Man that owns her, she groans feeling His release deep in her womb.  Her hips rock wantonly against Him, she whimpers as He withdraws... yet yelps at the harsh replacement of His body with a large cucumber.  Dinah is speechless when he turns her to face Him.  V kisses her cheek, "Enjoy your salad, slut, I'll be home shortly."  Master's laughter echoes in her ears as Dinah stomps out of the restaurant, and returns home to wait for Him.

The Force

This is the new VW Sueprbowl commercial that leaked on the 2nd of this month. It is absolutely adorable!