Reminiscence

My Dearest Master, Dom of my Soul, My One....

This is for you…

Reminiscence

i woke up slowly this morning...
muscles sore from last night...
eyes closed against the glare...
intimate slit still moist between my thighs...
reaching down to trace the trail of heat You left...
remembering the marks You gave me...
on my skin...
on my heart...
on my soul...
how You claimed me as Your own...
how You collared me as Your One...
how You calmed me so completely...
as only You know how...
my hands chase the memory...
imitating Yours as they were last night...
slowly stroking my breasts...
my sides...
my waist...
kneading the soft roundness of my stomach....
and lower still...
as You did last night...
pressing against my bones...
feeling the heaviness there....
imagining it is Your weight...
leaning into me...
my hips grind slow circles...
against my fingers...
teasing open folds...
i press in...
as You did last night...
drawing intimate salt...liquid memories...
the heat curls around my pearl...
indulging my hunger...
teasing...
rolling...
pressing...
rubbing...
grinding against Your memory...
until i spill open...
come apart in tense waves of heat...
hips bucking hard against nothingness...
only Your ghost from last night....
crying out Your name as it echoes back against the empty room...
i am left alone...
not sad...
but missing the warmth of Your skin...
the comfort of Your arms...
the kindness of Your inner ear...
lingering now...
as You did last night...
my fingers swirl into this fresh heat....
pulling it up to my mouth...
tasting what Your memory has pulled out of me...
smiling at the promise...
of our next journey.