alone in the center of the bed,
every piece of me is crying out for you
the curve of my hips,
my ass thrust out, taunting you,
the smooth pale skin just begging for your marks
blindfolded and bound
you’ve left me aching
my giggles and laughs subsided long ago
replaced now by desperate moans, I know you are still here…
watching and waiting to pounce
“patience”, you whispered,
ages ago now, when you tied me like this
my arms stretched impossibly behind my back
my hands almost reaching my bare feet
the soles arched and cramped,
the pain a distraction from the desire
my wetness pooling on the beige sheets…
I can imagine a dark spot forming,
proof.
my nipples beyond hard, I’m sure you can see me throbbing
biting my lip, desperate to win this battle
I will not beg. not yet.
(Source: eatyoubdsm, via violentlypassionate)
Bent, ass in waiting.