Prelude to lust

The prelude to lust; the thrum of my node. A mental perversion becomes real in your moving reflection, my used muscles stripped of flexion. In this moment’s lust my mind to explode; the endless shutters of my body’s camera filming in ecstasy, a blurred world under your domination.

Warmth fills the room, bound feet. The walls hold the bass, appearing in leather your eyes downcast; I swoon.

Warmth fills my loins as your finger eddies around my bare back.

Hanging from chains, your breasts exposed in your costume. You stand with the whip in your grip; I await your application of the moment’s whim…