#a submissive spirit
Part 2: Going to London
As I step outside I lift my face to the sun, breathing in the fresh air, my chest fills with air and I exhale.
I am in heaven. I have finally made it to London.
The flat I rented for the past two weeks is superb, minus this pesky side door - for some reason I can’t lock it, oh well, no one notices me leave it open, it’s hidden behind shrubs anyway, and besides I am in London!
Weeee - Twirling around like a schoolgirl in my new sundress, I am giddy with excitement, I can almost skip. I love my new purchases, so many sundresses, all flowy and freeing, smiling to myself because I purchased this one and the five others, because they accentuate my curves, I feel sexy and exotic and I don’t need to wear a bra as they hug me in all the right places.
Giggling as the wind brushes across my nipples and they grow hard as if responding to my thoughts. That’s the only thing this dress does not conceal when I am turned on and London turns me on.
Walking around the square, I go about my morning routine, a morning coffee, and decadent buttery treat, exploring the shops, seeing where the day takes me. I’ve loved my adventures around town, walking and admiring the beauty, the architecture, I will never tire of it. Marveling at the simple thought that I am finally in London.
I can’t believe I have been here for almost three weeks. I love that I have no return ticket home, just adds to the adventure of it all.
Savoring my flaky crescent and coffee, I walk along the shops admiring the unique treasures inside, that is when I see him; he is magnificent, pure beauty. Putting the saying “tall, dark and handsome” to shame. He seems to be looking my way but he can’t be, can he? No, as my body is facing away, my ass turned to him. I feel as if I am gawking but he can’t see that I am staring back at the glass reflection.
I can barely move. He is so stunning.
Breathe, he is just a man. Oh but what an exquisite man, he is sitting but I can tell he is tall, lean, muscular, delicious. I would like to treat myself to him. Can he see that I just wiped my mouth? I’m literally drooling.
Control yourself. Try to regain your composure and flaunt what assets you know you have, maybe he will sit up and take notice. Sashaying to the next shop, peering in the window, purposefully sticking my hips and ass out towards him. Presenting myself as an animal would.
“Come mount me” I think and giggle out loud. I can’t stop staring at him and I am excited to see that he still seems to be looking my way. I feel naked, exposed, my nipples react to his gaze, it is so intense, is he staring at me?
Moving along, acting as if I have no care in the world but feeling his breath on my nipples from ten feet away.
What this man does to me, I don’t dare turn to look him in the eyes, surely if he is staring at me he will come to say hello. So he must not be staring at me as he seems fixated on something, in a trance almost.
We continue our dance most of the morning, into the afternoon. Finally dusk falls and I am so exhausted.
My mind has been thoroughly fucked by my imagination of him taking me on every street corner, alleyway, shop, restroom, etc. He imprinted on my brain and I can’t shake him.
At some point, while I was in a shop he left and I was devastated, but the memory of his beauty stayed with me the rest of the day. I felt his presence yet did not see him. But my mind did.
We had lunch together, went into stores, had long conversations, the mind can play cruel tricks on you but this was delicious as in between every normal event he was bending me over the bridge railing fucking me as passerby’s looked on. He was pulling me in a dark alley corner and devouring my nipples with his mouth. He was sliding two fingers inside my dripping pussy while we made every attempt to remain discrete at the restaurant. I was thoroughly fucked or manhandled by him everywhere I went and I was weak in the knees and my pussy had completely drenched my underwear. It was dark when I finally arrived back home, letting myself in, I grab a glass of water and head straight to my bedroom, I have no other plans but to fantasize about that mystery man. He mind fucked me all day and I needed to be filled immediately.
Leaving all the lights off, I strip naked, like we are rushing to the bedroom. It’s a very quiet night, calm is in the air, but I can hear myself panting. Needing to this release. Stripping off my sundress, I am feeling exotic so I go to the dresser and pull out a sexy black see-through negligee, it feels erotic on my skin, adding to the anticipation. I run a brush through my hair, run some chapstick over my lips, dab on some y-lang y-lang oil, as I love smell myself and climb into bed. I laugh that I am preparing myself for a night of passion…with myself. But no it is a night of passion with Mr. Beautiful. The man who haunts me.
Laying on my back, legs stretched out in front of me, relishing in the comfort of the bed and feeling my body buzz in anticipation. Reaching in my side drawer, I wrap my hand around my vibrator, like it is his cock, and lay it between my breasts. The window is open and I can hear the traffic drive by, the breeze hardens my nipples, or is it the knowledge that I am presenting myself. Ready. My breathing labored, I slowly run the vibrator cock head over each nipple. My body arches in reaction. Closing my eyes I imagine he is standing there, in the doorway, watching me. Slowly moving the vibrator between my breasts, over each erect nipple, down over my belly, teasing my belly button, down further until it circles my clit, teasing, coaxing, adding fuel to an already ignited fire. Continuing further I thrust the vibrator deep inside me, one firm thrust, FUCK YES, I am so wet that I did not need to go slow to adjust or stretch, my pussy needed a cock to be deep inside her ASAP. I begin a constant in-and-out building, milking the vibrating cock that fills me with one hand, the other massaging, pinching and teasing my nipples. God, I am so wet, juicy even, I can feel my juices run between my ass cheeks, dripping is an understatement. What that man did to me. I just wanted him to approach me and devour me. My pace has quickened, I need to cum, with every thrust I am closer, I am so wet. The sounds of me fucking myself are intoxicating. I am putting a trance on myself. The air smells like sex and essential oils. I feel my body build until its breaking point. Waves of pleasure wash over me. Moaning loudly, a grown and howl. Holding the vibrator in place as my body bucks in reaction, waves of pleasure running over my body.
Sedated and satisfied. Turning off my vibrator I lay there in bliss. Smiling as I thank him for the orgasm, I roll to my left side, my body still buzzing. After my breathing gets under control I permit sleep to take over…
Deep in sleep, I feel my legs being parted and what feels like a cock sliding inside me. This must be a dream.
Alarm hits, WAIT, this is not a dream!
WHAT THE FUCK, startled as I am filled completely. Fully awake now, scared but oddly at ease, as the sensations my body is feeling is responding. Defying my fear, with pleasure. A forearm drapes across my shoulder blades and although I am pinned, I am in pure bliss by the motions of what I can only assume is a man’s cock entering me. The weight of his body feels overpowering but gentle. My body betrays me and a moan escapes my mouth.
“I won’t hurt you, I needed this”, The man whispers in my ear as almost a plea, considering the situation, such an odd thing to say yet so soothing, I try to shift so he will release me but it only makes him enter me deeper, with every thrust my resistance breaks and I need more, it feels like an eternity that his cock seduces me, nothing about this feels wrong, but it is, my body continues to betray me as my ass and hips begin to meet his thrust, milking his cock, needing him deeper, opening for him. FUCK this feels incredible. An actual cock instead of a vibrator, and whoever this man is has a magnificent cock, it fills every inch of me, I can feel the tip hit the top of my vaginal ceiling. No one has ever done that.
Our rhythm is in sync now, we are fucking each other. I WANT MORE. I NEED MORE. I feel his thumb play with my ass hole and I almost cum, fuck! We are fluid, moving so fast and with each thrust deeper I am losing control. I want to let him control me, I want to give myself to him. Submit to the pleasure he brings me. He can feel my need and he asks me to prop myself up on my elbows, I obey as I am told. FUCK I am letting this stranger fuck me like he is my Master. As if to respond to my question, he squeezes my breasts, one and then the other, his touch is so caring, needing. Yet in control and powerful. So many contradictions my mind is being fucked too. I want to give my release to him. I want to cum for him. Our breathing is in sync, his breath on my ear is undoing, my pussy starts contracting, milking his cock for more, his thrusts go deeper and I lose myself, I let out a deep low moan and cum all over his cock. He doesn’t stop though and once again my body responds, the slow build up growing with every thrust of his cock. I can hear my wetness on his balls and thighs.
FUCK This is incredible. He is incredible, and I trust he isn’t here to hurt me. WOW. Who is this man? My body is in heaven, cloud 9, overwhelmed with sensations.
Sadly he moves and removes his cock from inside me, I actually whimper but the next thing I know it’s thrust into my mouth and he is fucking my throat. FUCK YES! He grabs the back of my hair and is relentless, not caring if I gag or not, my mouth is his fuck hole. I can’t help but moan on his cock. I can tell this is affecting him to his core. It pleases me that I affect him. I love cock and his is particularly magnificent. I desire to let him use me whenever he needs as his fuck-toy, as this cock is divine. I feel dirty and I love it.
As if he heard my thoughts he asks me, “You love cock, don’t you, you dirty little slut.” and all I can do is nod, staring into his dark eyes. FUCK he is beautiful even with a balaclava covering his face. His pace slows as if to ease any worries I may have as if to ask me to trust that he won’t hurt me. Trying to reassure myself I begin to caress my tits, my nipples betray me and harden, how could they not, I was just thoroughly fucked and now my mouth is being assaulted, my two favorite holes being fucked. He has awakened the beast in me and I want more.
This man is honouring who I am to my core and I have no clue who he is but a magnificent cock and he’s letting me be used by him.
As if reading my mind that my pleasure is not for me, it is for him, he stops his assault on my mouth and I whimper silently. What will happen next? OH FUCK Why did I ask that, in one motion he pushed me on my back and his mouth of on me. Like a wolf who just found fresh meat. Feeding on my pussy, lapping up from arse to clit, like I am a plate to lick clean. I want to dig my hands in his hair and hold him there for life. I can’t do that but again my body betrays me and I wrap my legs around his head, pushing his face into my pussy. I can feel his hands on my hips like he is holding his serving platter as he devours his meal.
GOD, please never stop what you’re doing. My body needs this man’s mouth, cock, and everything that goes with it.
I feel his hand pull at something and I realize he is going to reveal himself to me. Such a bold move. He is trusting me. And as he removes his balaclava I gasp! “OH, IT’S YOU!!”
HOLY FUCK I say to myself. The man in the town square. The man I have lusted and fantasized about all day. The one I came for earlier. Imagining he was standing in the door jam, watching me masturbate. Wait was he there the entire time? OH MY!
He doesn’t even acknowledge my comment and continues his assault on my pussy, like a man eating his last meal. And then he inserts two fingers, gently, which is shocking to me considering the fact that I do not know this man, but I do know him, he has been in my fantasies all day, we’ve had conversations, we’ve explored, we’ve fucked, we’ve tasted, we’ve eaten each other. His fingers are screwing me now, FUCK, like a corkscrew motion, clockwise to counter-clockwise. My pussy begins to milk his fingers, I can not deny him, I must cum, I need to cum again, please let me cum, I want to beg him and it’s like he knows as his ravenous licking stops and his fingers continue to fuck me and he replaces his tongue on my clit with his other hand to rub the swollen bead in a circular motion. His fingers begin to rub all around inside my pussy walls, seeking, enticing, claiming the pussy as theirs.
I blurt out “I’m Cumming” and he does not stop, as my orgasm washes over me. Creaming his hand. As he removes his fingers from my pussy, my breathing is labored and I can’t help but stare into those dark eyes, they are beautiful and ominous, how is he completely in control after I just lost all control. He gifts me with the taste of my orgasm, running his fingers inside my mouth, I love licking my own fingers clean after I cum, but to lick his, makes my cum taste incredible. Tasting him, his cock, and my cum, God help me I could become addicted to this man’s flavor. I can’t get enough as I lick it all off. I feel him move down to lick my ass where the rest of my orgasm has drained to completely back up to my clit and another moan escapes my lips. I can feel that this pushes him over the edge. Panting I watch as he raises himself up and grabs my erect nipples, pulling at them to spread them apart, he places his cock between my breasts and begins to tittie fuck me. GOD does this man know my weaknesses. His motions are slow and sensual as to again soothe and reassure me that I am to trust him. Gliding up and down, in between my tits, I can’t help I need to taste him, so I tuck my chin into my chest and lower my mouth onto the tip of his cock on the upstroke. God, what a magnificent cock it is. Who is this man! He continues like this, slowly gliding, using my body for his pleasure. Claiming me as his fucktoy. He slowly pulls away from me and I know what is about to happen, laying me back on the bed, he pats my thighs, lines up his shaft with my pussy, and slides deep inside me. Zero resistance, his cock belongs there. He places his hands behind my knees and begins to thrust slow and deep inside me. FUCK this is incredible. I have never been fucked like this. My pussy is made for his length and girth, so thick, such a pleasing cock. I can tell there is a change in his demeanor as if he trusts and is confident. Good, I want him to feel this way and he rewards me with filth, claiming me as his, calling me names that to me equal titles, words of affirmation in the nasty of ways. “His” dirty little slut, “His” fucktoy, “His” property, “His” pet. “His” Cunt. Claiming me with every disgusting title. How does this man know what I need?
He is fucking me now with an animalistic frenzy, we can not get enough of each other. I cum again and I can tell that is the end of him, and he pulls free of now “HIS” pussy and begins to stroke his cock and shoots his beautiful load all over my tits and my face. I open my mouth to receive his gift. When he is done emptying every last drop he has in his balls. I can’t help it but I am smiling. As he removes himself from my body, I don’t want him to go so I scoop up the cum he gifted me and lick it off my fingers. God, he even tastes divine.
“You know I could have you arrested for this?” I say licking my fingers clean with a smile on my face and humor in my voice.
“I know, but it was something I just had to do.” I smile to assure him that I would never ruin what just transpired with silly justice. And then he did something unexpected, he leans forward and gives me a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue tracing all around my mouth as to taste himself on me. And like a schoolboy discovering tits, he reaches down and cops a quick feel like he won’t ever get to touch boobs again. And slaps them like a spanking.
“I know you won’t.” He plants one last kiss and somehow he is fully dressed, says Goodbye and that he’ll see me around.
I can only respond with three words. “Thank you, Sir.”
{Part 1: Is not for me to post}
THE DYNAMIC
The dynamic is as old as time. It began with Adam & Eve.
Do not mistake Dominance & Submission for some sexual kink act. You will be sorely disappointed. I am sure many will appease your temptress ways, if you think your kinky desires will sustain you are mistaken. Without understanding and accepting of your true calling as a woman, your relationship will not withstand the storm of life. True submission is to accept who you are, what you were created for, your purpose and where you are going. The when and why and how are the mystery.
I am a woman, created to submit to my God in the universe and my Master, a man on earth. We are equals. I know my role in my life and in his. He gave me his rib upon creation and I let him feed upon my apple. Together we can create life, love and true happiness. As a spiritual divine union.
We have one need. LOVE. That is the only need in life, for to truly Love yourself, you are healthy mind, body, soul and spirit. And if you love yourself, only then can you love another, trusting that he will be there by your side as long as it is Gods will. And once you surrender to God’s will, the unknown of universe, the lack of control, the mystery of the unknown won’t be scary. To live in fear is to dance with the Devil. To give your devoted faith to two, is the most beautiful thing a woman can do and through that beauty, life will be balanced, calm and she will find peace.
God’s Will.
What would it look like if you actually surrendered to God’s Will?
Or whatever deity you choose to worship?
What if you were to stop saying the simple things like; “I’ll be back” or “I’ll focus on that later” or “See you tomorrow”. We don’t have control over that. Why do we say such false statements? Why lie?
I am sure this topic will annoy most because they do not want to think about the fact that they truly have no control but for me being true and honest is important. Changing the way I communicate is crucial to the way I live my purpose. I lied to myself for 43 years, why because my parents lied to me?
Because society sugar coats things and tells “white lies” to soften the blow of reality?
It’s what we know so why not follow?
Because we have been told that our words can manifest themselves? {This one is the only version I so choose now.}
Example: I was walking out the door and simply said, “I’ll be back later” (to my cat) and he looked at me smug. And I stopped and said, will I? I have no control over this statement. I “hope” I return. Why did I feel the need to lie, to my cat! To console him? To reassure he knew I would return? Does he actually understand the words coming out of my mouth? Entirely different blog post. I digress…
Here I go, again on my own… getting into an automobile that has sadly taken away a lot of people in my life, beginning at 12 with my mother, the root of where I felt I lost control in my life and decided I needed to control everything, yet sadly had no control over anything. Which brings me to today…
I accept, I have no control. I surrender to God’s Will. If it is God’s Will I will return. And sadly there is evil in this world so I will wear my seatbelt. Do my rituals, say a little prayer, and be on my merry way.
What would it look like if we stopped telling ourselves the little white lies and surrendered to the Holy Spirit, the Universe, God, Goddess, etc. etc. etc.?
I dare you to try it.
I know you’re going to do 1 thing. Shock the heck out of people. Probably gain trust and possibly respect. And I know another thing, someone(or ones) is smiling down at this post saying to themselves, “it’s about time.” (Could be you) And quite possibly this 1 little change, could make a ripple in the outcome of my and others lives. That is the mystery of life, and the beauty.
So I am off, to check a box, close a chapter. Namaste a home that should have been divine, but there was no true love there so it failed.
