Forgive Me
I laid in the tension of my own darkness. The torture of your unexplained abandonment weighing like a thrush full of nettles into my already tender temples. It has become an exquisite lesson for me to bear, here alone in the night. However, it does produce the lovely sounds that tantalize your ears. I am frightened of what you will do if I fail this lesson. It begins again; a frantic craving escalating its will and temptation on me. What would be me punishment: A firm hand, a scolding, an absence of your touch, voice, command? Can you not already know how your abandonment, your silence, preys on my senses? You must know. You must see the tell-tale signs of fever, flashes, a flush of pink skin here at my cheeks and there at the skin exposed by the top of my shirt. Can you not envision my anxiety and anxious need for you. See how my legs clamp and twist together in the agony of neglect. Can you hear the rustle of bed sheets being kicked off by my annoyed feet. If you listen closely the silence draws out my desperation in each erratic breath. Its all become too much. I can’t handle the flame of it anymore. Forgive me for my insensitivity toward the pleasure you no doubt are receiving in abandoning me here to the night, alone. I fight to succeed in the task of your lesson, yet it has taken control of me. I have abandoned my control and I will gain a small measure of what I crave. It is close and I am drowning in the edge waters.
Afterwards, I feel sedated and satisfied. The smile rest in a peaceful contentment, yet it does not last. My imagination will not release me. The flood of enthralling visions: hands wrapped in binding her, seduction dripping from your commands, the grip of a craving seizing me again. Forgive me, I failed. Forgive me
Master.
-Authored by Yours truly, ME
(I must really stop reading this book. It affecting more than just my writting. Its trash, but damn I can't stop myself anymore)
Afterwards, I feel sedated and satisfied. The smile rest in a peaceful contentment, yet it does not last. My imagination will not release me. The flood of enthralling visions: hands wrapped in binding her, seduction dripping from your commands, the grip of a craving seizing me again. Forgive me, I failed. Forgive me
Master.
-Authored by Yours truly, ME
(I must really stop reading this book. It affecting more than just my writting. Its trash, but damn I can't stop myself anymore)