missameliaandsir

Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

Impatience

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Please don’t make me wait!
Patience is not my strength.
I want to have it today.
I’ve already been delayed at length.

I really want it now!
Too much time has passed.
PLEASE, give it to me.
See Sir, just how nice I’ve asked?

I’m going to start to pout!
And throw myself upon the floor!
Where I’ll kick and scream,
And continue to relentlessly beg and implore!

Wait, what’s that I see?
A smile upon your face?
Am I finally going to get it,
As my hands reach for your embrace?

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Oh, you’re going to get it,
My whiny little whore.
As I yank you by the hair,
And drag you across the floor.

This ain’t going to be the present,
You hoped you would receive.
It will be my offering,
From which you’ll beg reprieve.

Please don’t cry as I place you,
Face first across the bed.
And pin you firmly down,
With my hand upon your head.

Here it is my precious girl.
Enjoy each and every blow.
When you take me deep inside you,
My true gift, you will know!

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We Shall Finally Meet

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We shall finally meet
At a place in between
Where you reside
And I hide from the world

We will arrive
Full of growing anticipation
And fearful questions
About our fleeting sanity

We gleefully cast eyes
On one another’s flesh
And stare into the soul
Of the one we have waited for

We tenderly touch
As a long awaited embrace
Pulls us both tightly
Into open and wanting arms

We allow but a moment
Of entanglement to pass
Before the undeniable need
To kiss overwhelms us

We are electrified
As yours ever so delicately
Traces mine
With a dewy suppleness

We hastily proceed
To an expression of passion
As our worlds collide
In wet and want and tongue

We sway unsteadily apart
Almost floating as we bask
And gaze into the loving face
Of our long awaited friend

Lunch Date

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Twisted in gnarled fingers
Entwined and tightly gripped
Pulled sharply backward
Forward thrusts inflict

Silent screams released
Whimpers and groans collide
Gasp after breathless gasp
Mercy brutally denied

Slap, slap, ruthless slap
Of skin abusing skin
Marks beginning to rise
Creeping deeper into sin

Heights repeatedly hit
Dams completely breeched
Juices freely flow
Pinnacles exquisitely reached

Watch Out London…

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…Here I Come!!

We just booked our tickets to fly over for a quick family trip to London this summer! I’ve never been and my daughter is SO EXCITED!! It has been on her bucket list since second grade. She is a HUGE Shakespeare fan, has many of his pieces memorized and has always wanted to go see a play at the Globe. We surprised her with tickets to see Twelfth Night at the Globe and she is beside herself with excitement. We only get to stay for a short 5 days, so if anyone has any MUST DO suggestions, I would LOVE to hear them. We want to give her the biggest bang that we can during our short time there. Thanks for any and all help!

Your Wilderness

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Your wilderness can be harsh
It is often unforgiving and merciless
Wrought with stringent demands and exacting punishments
Strict, remorseless, sever and breathtakingly primal.

On occasion, Your wilderness is a picturesque scene
Beautiful, quiet and utterly serene
I can bask in the light of Your tranquil presence
And float away in the still of Your peaceful soul

Your wilderness always leaves me feeling protected
In Your sheltering arms and insulated control
I’m left loved, cherished and unconditionally treasured
And I know true security and safety absolute

Within Your wilderness, I can surrender
Relinquish, yield and submit to Your bestial domination
All restraint is abandoned and vacated as I cede to Your commands
And Your wanton, shameless, unrestrained courtesan is allowed to run free

Love Letters #2

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This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.
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An Email from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Yes, make sure you stay busy doing “important” things today. Do not take too much time to think of me. Don’t pause and let your mind drift to my hands sliding softly, then firmly around your neck from behind. Do not be tempted to think of my breath alongside your face, and the feel of my fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back with a firm pull, putting your wet lips up where I can kiss them. Best not think too much about what the rope I am shopping for might look like, or feel like….about how I might cut it into 10-foot lengths, using each one to bind a part of your surrendered body, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and totally at my whim. Best not imagine how my breath will quicken at the sight of your submissive eyes looking up into mine, or how my cock will hunger to explode all over you, leaving you marked and smelling of my scent. No, best you concentrate your mental energies on “important” things today, because time is coming when you won’t be able to think of a single other thing……

-Sir-

Curable

The Throbbing Ache
The Agonizing Pain
The Torturous Sting
The Miserable Suffering
The Distressing Bite
The Afflicted Wound
The Inundated Anguish
The Overwhelming Torment
The Unyielding Plague
The Stricken Woe

All erased with the delicate brush of your lips.

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Love Letters #1

love-letters

This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.

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An Email from Miss Amelia to Sir:

You are consuming me. My mind, heart, body and soul. I feel myself disappearing in my need for you. I want our bodies touching, caressing, teasing and tasting as we consume all the oxygen from the room. I want to give myself to you, as I’m claiming you as my own. MINE! MINE! MINE! Never a more beautiful word spoken. Never a truer sentiment shared. I LOVE YOU SIR! Xoxoxo

A Reply from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Oh Miss…. The consumption ensnares us both. I am listening to music, and finding some slice of you in every note and verse, some manifestation of us, some arrow that points me to where my heart and soul belong, to you, with you. I FEEL you inside my arms, and I draw from that feeling such an energy and peace. I feel the air warm as the fire of passion grows the closer we get. And I can never get close enough. Even entwined and inside you, I hunger to be closer, to make you a very part of me. Amelia, I am not whole without you. I am stronger, better, more capable because of the love you have given me. GIVEN, of free will and unbridled desire. As you feel yourself disappear in your need for me, know that I am pulled by the same gravity, and that when we disappear into one another, we will both be found. MINE….beauty and truth wrapped into a single syllable.

I LOVE YOU AMELIA!

-Sir-

Two Kinky Crazy Years

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OMG!! I can’t believe it!! I didn’t even realize until I received the notice from WP.

Well, it has been an INCREDIBLE adventure. I have been going back and reading some of my earlier stuff recently. I found that I don’t even remember writing some of the things, and then they trigger a memory and I can’t help but smile. I began this as a kind of diary, or a way to put my thoughts down and out into the universe. I didn’t expect anyone would be interested in my random ramblings. Now, here I am, two years later, 500+ followers and having met some of the most AFUCKINGMAZING people and best friends a kinky girl could ask for.

To all those people that have stopped by, read, commented, made me smile, pissed me off or changed my life forever, I say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. We see so much bad happening in the world everyday on the news. I am grateful to have sound a place that I love and people that I love even more.

Now, on to the next adventure! 🙂

 

Your Oeuvre

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Let me be your lustful Artwork
Paint me with your ravenous Brush
Turn my body into your wanton Canvas
To be your malevolent Drawing would be a euphoric rush

Etch my skin with your piercing eyes
Command my Form down to the floor
I want to watch your eyes Glaze with sadistic desire
And relish as I cast the Hues of your awaiting whore

Use the Influences of the great masters of yore
And our Juxtaposition of the murky unknown
Position me like a Kakemono piece of art
Or lay me down in a Line, trembling and prone

Use a Mix of pulsating colors Sir
Or keep me wholly Neutral or even monotone
Anoint me with your pallet of Oils
Or Paint me with your hand prints alone

Put a fine tipped Quill to my alabaster skin
And with fluid Repetition generate
A Sketch of your desire, need and lust
Please Sir, upon my Textured canvas, castigate

We will come together in Unity
With our Vanitas we will surely sin
Please Wash me in your devil seed
Or pound a Xylographic mark upon my skin

The Yellowing of our sated forms
Will ultimately allow us to fly
Into the Zinc white heavens
As we drift off into the unholy night

**Artwork Melanie Glucksman

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