the master and the slave

The Master and the Slave.1


One day, in the future, I was snuggled up beneath black padded sheets...my eyes are closed...and I ask...”Are you going to come to bed yet?”2

I was completely covered...tucked away and snuggled up. You turned around almost dry from the shower you had...you were sat on the side of the bed...flicking through numerous devices. I used my control and turned off the TV. It slid up and was hidden out of view...you turned round as if annoyed, and I stared at you and pulled the quilt down...you could see the lace, emerging elegantly like a blood, red, swan. It was sparkling with tiny black beads...and I lifted my arm up and showed u all. My flesh pale. Your wide eyes. The glistening beads. Your gawped expression. The drool was all most falling from your mouth.3

It was a cool night, yet the breeze from a thousand windows couldn't tame the hot, fiery air contained within the steamy cloud of passion, hanging within the curtains of the four-poster. The sound of the x-box controller hitting the ground resounded round the stone walls. Yet it could never outpace the timeless desire for passion. The longing summarized within the act of closing the begging jaw.4

Only the seductive embrace remained as we snuggled beneath the covers. And from that point onwards we could say that all innocence had been taken, by the boundless hunger of the beasts within ourselves. But this was where the true fun began.5

As only a true liberated one would know, the clawing desire for pleasure is hard to ignore. And with the aching almost over, you smiled. And like a ferocious animal you took my hand and sunk your tasteful teeth into the virgin soil of my neck. And with that we fell backwards. You drove your way into the very heart of the temple I embody. As we merged into one my heart burst as a wave of sheer joy and pleasure over came me. The longing was over. Paradise is here. And the starvation of once a secrete act was now presented with eternal freedom.6

We turned and twisted. Each getting the long awaited pleasure that they deserve. From passage way to passage way. Your seed fell freely and the silk got stained. And I drank heavily of the juice I had long craved for. And as you whisked me away to another heaven, I cried out with joy.7

As the white moon looked on and the night drew it’s cold breath’s we plunged into to remainder of the black bedding. The neatness no more. It was strewn across the floor, still caught in the devilish acts of passion. Our mouths not far apart, our breath leaping from us. Our flesh damp, and our clothes fresh with new life. We lay there, the master and the slave, panting.8

As you pressed your finger to my lips, I licked the last of the heavenly drink I was addicted to. I knew this was the end to the pleasure, the pain, the romance. But yet it was worth the wait. The drink more desirable than Champaign, yet the burning sensation still present. The sweet symphony was over. And with that, you lay beside me, forever in my grasp.9

Forever mine, kitty.10