Sunday, November 23, 2014

Today's Pretty Pic - WARNING: Violence and Derogatory Language



I've been watching him, planning. He knows I'm here. He sees me. He's just been waiting for me to make my move, to let me love him, let him love me.  And, I want to. So bad. That first day when I walked in his class, when I sat down and he called my name? The way his lips kissed each of my syllables, the way his tongue caressed the sounds. Wet, his mouth was wet when he spoke to me. No one else was in the room. No one else felt the eroticism, the way he was teasing me, begging me to watch him, to hold him, to keep him. 


He wants me to love him. And, I will. Forever.

The first time I followed him from the building to his car was beautiful. The night was glorious, and we were able to share it together. He walked slowly, sure that I was there, his shadow, his guardian. I would protect him. He knew it. When he stopped suddenly, I could almost hear his pulse race. He was scared, afraid that I would leave him, let him go. I will never, never let him go. I follow him everywhere now. I know where his father lives, heard them laugh together, lovely sounds on the wind. I wanted to taste his laugh, his father’s laugh. I wanted to swallow them down my throat and let them settle in my soul. His sister? She’s a sweet little thing. Too bad I met her brother first. Saw that woman, that fucking whore that won't let him near their kids. It breaks his heart. I've watched him cry, wanting, begging to see them, his tears nearly destroying me. His former family has deserted him, but he doesn't have to worry. I'm here, will always be here. I am his family now.

He wants me to love him. And, I will. Forever.

He knows my strength. He's felt it. I met with him in his office, the day filled with promise. He pretended to be surprised to see me. We both knew that I would be there. His swallow, when he took one, was deep, his eyes darting around looking for anyone who would interrupt us was cute, his fear almost tangible as he, too, hoped that we could have this moment to ourselves. When I stood over him, pressed against him, melded my body to his, I swear the blood racing through his veins was a palpable thing. He played with me, begging me to move away, trying his cat and mouse routine, I the cat and he my prey, him wearing my pretty marks around his neck, so dark you could nearly see my thumbprints. Gorgeous. I left, but I would be back. I always come back. No man's law will keep me away from my love.

He wants me to love him. And, I will. Forever.

When he sleeps at night, a blanket slowly revealing stunning musculature, the curve of his decadent ass, an ass I can't wait to sink into, I kneel beside him, so close my breath stirs the strands of his dark hair. The fine hairs on his chest are soft. I know this because gently, oh so gently, I have felt them against my skin, skin so eager to have him. He mumbles in his sleep, moves constantly, his eyes fluttering. I can't wait for him to see me. See me, his guardian, the lover he's been waiting for. His protector. Open your eyes, lovely one. I am here.


He wants me to love him. And, I will. Forever.

Monday, November 3, 2014