
How beautiful are those words, to meet someone who believes it’s enchanting to meet me.
My romantic fairytale heart would love to be thought of like that, and to meet someone who I feel like that with.๐โจ๐งน

How beautiful are those words, to meet someone who believes it’s enchanting to meet me.
My romantic fairytale heart would love to be thought of like that, and to meet someone who I feel like that with.๐โจ๐งน
Submerged to my shoulders in warm water, the soapy bubbles softly popping, the water lapping at my exposed shoulders and breasts.
It feels like your fingers last night, the bubbles are like the soft kisses your lips left all over them, my nipples harden and remind me how tender they are from your constant attention to them.
The sponge glides over every inch of my body and closing my eyes, it becomes your hands, slightly ruff, and I again feel the the hands of a hard working, strong yet gentle Man I have learnt to adore.
The soft bruises on the inside of my thighs is a reminder of your hands gripping them to keep me open and still, to allow your mouth to drink me in, because you were in complete control in that moment.
The bite marks in strange places make me smile and moan as I remember your soft words as you marked me as yours.
As I relax and soak in the water, my mind thrilled to belong to you,
Do you know a woman?
You might think you do, but untill you have traced the curve of her body with your fingers and lips, you don’t know her.
Until she has allowed you into her mind to explore her innermost self, her secrets and thoughts, her dreams, you don’t know her.
If she has not invited you into her soul, and she will only do that when she trusts you not to distroy her, then you don’t know her.
When she does, you will know her completely and she will be yours forever, until then you don’t know her.


He stood against the beautiful old tree the branches full of lunch green leaves. She had made him undress and placed clamps on his nipples, placed him in a pose She was happy with, commanded him to stay hard. She sat on a silk cushion cross legged, wearing nothing but her stockings and high red heels ๐ . Her sketch book opened She began to draw him, catching his expressions as he endured the clamps, as he watched Her hair blowing it the soft wind that wrapped around them both. She looked deep into his eyes and knew he was thinking about the night before when She had made him submit to Her again and again, smiling at his physical reaction as She continued capturing him on the page.
Take a bullet proof, metal box, take each memory, visual picture, dream, hope and expectations you had inside.
Open each one touch it and remember that feeling, place them one by one inside the box, remember to cry, laugh, ache and relive them all.
Close the lid, lock it and place the key deep inside your soul.
Smile softly, take a deep breath and lower the box into the dark space inside you where it will be safe.
Turn around and walk forward, there is now space to find something or someone out there that is going to be your next chapter, something or someone who’s going to make the effort to discover you instead of being the one that tries so hard to connect, stop, and let it happen when it’s meant to.๐๐โจ


Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t care how they look or feel, except, that they look and feel like the one’s that belong to the Man who has given them to Me for safekeeping.

You know those heavy days when you wish someone would just take over everything, just for a day?
That’s today ๐๐

Sinking into a hot bath full of bubbles, the best feeling, lay back eyes closed and have Strong hands washing your body.
When he gets between your legs open your eyes and comand his hand stays there until you cum, watch his eyes and see his nude body respond as you come closer and closer to orgasim, his rock hard cock throbbing, you moan as you explode.
As you come back and relax, reach out a finger and capture the glistening drop of pre cum, rub it into your lips, smile into his eyes.
Good boy ๐

Some days when You have had a day from hell and You just want to close off the world.
Stripping down to nothing and climbing into a hot bath that Your sexy submissive has run for You, having him massage your shoulders and feet with those strong hands that You control, bring You a cold glass of wine and just being available afterwards to release any tension, in any way You decide, is the best feeling.