Weaver of Dreams

What strange beings we are
Spending so much time in contemplation of what we classify as “Taboo”
Everything - black and white
No room for grey
No room to open yourself up and fill your cup
Potential forks in the road - missed
Always yearning for something - more
I don’t need that dualism to define my journey
And its limitations to greyness
I am black, white, grey
AND incendiary fire
Fire that I always follow back to him
I never ask myself “but will he burn me, will it hurt?”
All this time I never knew there was an animal inside me
Waiting for a Wild like him
And as we explore every inch of each other
We find our own version of heaven in the smoldering flames
We dwell together in the present moment
Our very Prana expanding and contracting as One
Our heartbeats syncing up through our connective touch
His door, the only thing shielding us from the world beyond
His gaze, always piercing
Marking me
Just like his scent
Which no shower will ever remove
For it permeates my very being
And builds our fervor into a seductive storm
Raging against black and white
Leaving me breathless
As we flourish through its peaceful destruction
His attention, polishing the rust from my heart’s mirror
Until I began to finally see the mysteries of my desires
What else will this enchanting Nawashi teach me about myself?
How else will he continue to mold and shape me with his rope?
Only future sessions will tell
Upon arrival, we don’t even make it to stretching
For today, he has a different warm up in mind
And it begins in his bedroom
It’s almost as if each time I see him, the atoms in our bodies metamorphose into magnets
Pulling us to each other
Stronger and faster than the time before
Yearning to merge through his perfect cock and my pulsating pussy
And merge, they will
For what feels like an hour, he brings me back and forth from the feverish edge
Fucking me
Transforming me into an animal that scratches and bites
His every thrust bolstering my trust as he penetrates my core
And he yells for me to give it to him…give it all to him
And I do
No question, no boundaries
For I can never get enough of his sexual appetite
And pray he is always hungry
At that moment he pulls me to the edge of his bed and dives in for a feast
Every lick and kiss exploring the terrain of my flesh as he ventures down and down
Enticing my legs apart as he follows my hidden tributaries inflamed with liquid lust
His hot tongue spreading open my lips
I wrap my legs around his neck and push against the pleasure of his forceful tongue
He grabs a dildo from a bag and rhythmically rocks it in and out of my sweet spot
Growling as he sucks on my quivering clit
Dear god, how good he is at this!!!
I cry out I’m about to cum
I writhe in ecstasy as I erupt like a volcano
And he swallows the blaze of my licking fire
He tells me it’s time to cool off in the shower
A new favorite ritual
Planning the trajectory of his descent, he traces his hands down my soapy back to my butt
Revisiting the newly marked territory from our last encounter – still His
He presses me against the wall of the shower
And slides his throbbing cock into my ass
Riding me - again
Me loving every second - again
Then we move to the living room
And like kids in a candy store or teenagers who just discovered how to fuck
We continue to ravage one another on the couch
Inciting sexual acts of creation
Positions that would make the Kama Sutra green
He lays me on my back and places my legs over his shoulders
And I use them to pull and push his cock in and out of me
Almost as if I am doing vertical squats in the air
Then he flips me around and bends me over the couch
Sliding his dick into me from my left side, he also drapes his left leg over my back
Like some carnal Yogi, he fucks me one legged while I reach over my head and hold onto his shin, giving him support
We stop to catch our breath and I sit him down on the couch
Like an altar, I fall to my knees
Gagging myself with his cock
Raw hunger
Before I focus on softly sucking his tip while I pull back and then thrust forward with my hand
Over and over and over
Until his shaft begins to swell and his face clenches in orgasmic pleasure
He howls like only a Wolf can and I swallow every ounce of his juice
And we notice that almost 2 hours have passed and we have yet to even begin
For sometimes, we get completely lost in one another
Preparing my body for rope
He suspends me like his own personal ballerina
And we dance in our symbiotic connection
Every tie, every touch opening me in such a way
That my body naturally follows
It becomes the soft, sensual music that I hear in the distance
And I float in its melodic presence
Next, he peruses all the toys he has laid out
Readying himself to color me pink with sweet suffering Semenawa
Already restrained, he places bamboo clamps around my nipples and tongue
They tingle and I drool - for Him
He grabs his quirt and paces around me like a territorial animal
Lightly striking me all over
Then much harder
Focusing on the buildup
Stingy climax
Making me feel his affection for me through the pain
Knowing that a part of him is always protecting
Yet unable to hide from his discipline
And how could I hide from him?
He sees me
He pushes my boundaries
Revealing my strength
Embracing my weakness
Prying me open like an oyster, searching for my pearl
Switching to a paddle, he continues his erotic torture
He transforms me
All concerns, sorrows and troubles dissolve with his inflicted stings
Completely bare and more aware of my body than ever, he makes me move like his puppet
Bending me to his Will as he observes my spasms, shudders and screams
Branding me with those strong hands
Leaving an invisible mark that runs so very deep
And my satisfaction increasing with every impact
For he provides a safe and loving space
And the gift of processing my emotions in a unique and beautiful way
Now I’m a shaky, sweaty mess
So he takes me down and places me on the couch
He opens my legs wide and tells me not to move and to close my eyes
I tremble with anticipation
He gently grabs the lips between my legs
And fastens each one with a bamboo clamp
Before clasping clothes pins to my lips on top of the bamboo
Double clamped, my labia swells like a wave in the tumultuous ocean
A wave that is forever searching for a beautiful, breaking shore
Suddenly I sense what feels like hot water being dripped onto my pussy
I realize its wax and he is dripping layer upon layer over the source of our inferno
I almost implode
Just beneath my skin, I know he can feel an urgent, racing pulse
Of my rib caged heart, fluttering to be set free
As he starts to gently peel off the wax, I discern the After is near
He curls up behind me and holds me so close
And for eternity, only we exist
As I leave, I come to realize he has weaved a provocative web of dreams around me with his rope
Some remembered, others yet to be fulfilled
And I never want to stop experiencing such bliss
For this Weaver has lured us to a dream that only Lovers can see
And it is there that we will create a new world with our eyes of fiery passion ​