Desperate for His Touch

I wait for him, the anticipation only seeming to fuel my desires more and I find myself

wondering how any man could create this much emotion in my body. He is, after

all, simply a man...no super human powers, no immortality, no special training. Yet,

whenever he looks at me in a certain way, his dark eyes reveal the only truth, I am

his.

      Early in our relationship I questioned this bond, despite the fact that fate had

made our connection to one another beautifully evident.

         On the night we met, I felt him before I even saw him...it was a strange

sensation of being anxious without knowing why, and then when I finally did see him

I was drawn to him on a mystical level I couldn't even begin to understand. By the

end of the night I was in his arms and for a time all was clear. Despite our

differences we were the same.

         The next few years were filled with mixed emotions and confusion as life

presented twists and turns that, at times, left me questioning my own sanity.

Through this we developed a sense of trust and love that few will ever get to

experience. We weren't simply in love, we were soul mates.

         My submission to him came later and was only a natural step in our

relationship. We had learned from one another, growing in our own ways. He could

only be my Master because I had seen his weakness and I could only submit to him

because he had fed off of my strengths. The first time it happened there was no talk

of Dominant or submissive...it was simply the two of us making love. Yet, there was

something in the way he was touching me, kissing me...it was a possessiveness

that sent a flutter of emotion to my core. He had unwittingly awoke a part of me that

had long been denied, buried deep beneath my senses as a modern woman. Yet,

the urge to submit felt so strong and delicious....so right. I could hardly have fought

it, even if I had wanted to. I now know that his power over me is only complicated

because of the times in which we live, but in my soul it remains primal and simple. I

am his.
         
        So now I wait for him, drunk with thoughts of his love and passion. I close my

eyes and imagine his touch...his breath warm against the back of my neck, his

hands slipping down my shoulders and slowly to my breast, pleasure and

anticipation....it seems so real, that I might actually trick myself into thinking he is

beside me. The desire to have him here, to fall to my knees before him and  worship

him with my mouth makes me wet. I can feel the warmth start deep inside and begin

to spread and I am soon lost to my own desperation. I am allowed to touch myself,

my Master encourages this. Under most circumstances I refrain, not to displease

him, but because after I come I feel empty...it's not the same without him filling me.

Tonight is different, I have passed the need for foreplay, the need for romantic

niceties...I just need the release. I make my way to the shower and the promise of

appeasement...
         
        The water is hot and burns my already heated skin with a blissful sensation

that pulls a sigh from my lips. My nipples peak in rebellion to the sting, but slowly

pleasure overcomes the pain and I relax into the moment. I allow my body to focus

on the water, my element becomes a phantom partner teasing me as I start to

gently rub my clit. I feel the hint of an orgasm immediately and I know that there will

be no building up to this. The need for my Master's cock fades and I spread my

pussy lips apart so the water can dance upon me openly. I tune into the rhythm of

the water and slowly begin to move my hips along. Each drop of water that splashes

against my clit heightens my pleasure until I give in to the sweetness of the rapture.

A million naughty thoughts race through my mind as I twist and buck in an

animalistic dance...reaching higher, wanting more, I am taken to a place short of

heaven. My eyes remain closed trying to prolong the inevitable end, until I hear

myself exhale and it is done.

         The pang of emptiness and longing is immediate....I still need him. I exit the

shower on shaky legs, I am happy that I have been sated, but regretful that my

Master wasn't here. I pull on some comfy bottoms, and a soft t-shirt, one that will be

gentle on my still sensitive nipples, and return to my wait...for the moment he

comes home and claims my body.