Talking to Myself

An open love letter to My Treasure

Dearest little,

I don't know how I have found the favor of Áine, but somehow, you have entered my life as an incredible force. To call you a lily among thorns is an injustice. No flower can compare to your beauty. To extol your incredible intellect would be useless. Hedone and Pothos cannot begin to comprehend the fire you have lit within me.

Your visage, your body, your womanly charm - how do I put these into words? I cannot - the words do not exist to describe just how beautiful you are. Your wavy locks, the hue of your hair, the way it frames your delicate face - how I long to run my fingers through it all! How I want to feel it against my face as I kiss you, how I want to be enveloped by its sweat aroma as I draw you into me, preparing to sleep! The strength, delicacy, and flexibility all shout your very essence from the crown of your head!

Your face - how do you describe the beauty of such a face?! From your cute little nose, to your sultry lips dripping with honey, to your blushing cheeks and those eyes - THOSE EYES! I adore every look, glance, smirk, smile, and expression that crosses your face. You communicate so well with just a look - especially that impish tilt of an eyebrow. I want to draw each and every expression from you. Murals of your many looks could adorn the darkest of city blights to luminous effect. But those eyes - those beautiful blue eyes - I have not seen a sky or an ocean so deep as the depths held within your gemstone eyes. I could spend hours just looking at you and find something special and beautiful every moment.

Your incredibly feminine, seductive form - oh what a temple of pleasure! Your skin is luminous and soft, milky and sweet, not an inch of you underserving of lavish kisses and caresses. Your neck elegant and inviting, how I long to show my admiration with my lips. The magnificent signs of the lives you have created do nothing but enhance your strength and power with the delicacy reserved only for mothers. Your ample and beautiful breasts nourishing your babes while bringing such pleasure. The perfect pink hue that draws the eye to your dainty tips creates a desire and hunger unfit for words. How I long to feel these magnificent sources of comfort pressed between us in an embrace! Your tummy, your waist, and hypnotic hips, perfectly formed for my arms to encircle.

I could write of your vulva for days, there could be tomes filled with the obsession I have. O'Keeffe undoubtedly based her best works on inspiration from you - galleries do not deserve the exquisite form of your womanly cleft. A fount of sweet mead and the gateway to your pleasure centers with the tenderness of silk, the strength of iron, and the perfume of geraniums; to spend my life worshiping at this alter and never grow tired. I want it all to myself and never return it - not for anyone. I've never felt so selfish in my life as this is a gift I do not want to share.

I could expound on your physical form for days - but what are most incredible, most stunning, and most desirable are your mind and heart. You love and care like no other I know. You show compassion, wisdom, and grace in even the most undeserving places. Though you are a woman of strength and skill, you are humble and gentle. Your kind soul is an inspiration; you embody love and you give it, freely. To think that there is even the smallest space here, reserved for me, makes me feel most unworthy and I take none of it for granted.

Your mind - my favorite part of all! You have a genius that I believe little few get to experience - but your brilliance is staggering. I have so much to learn from you, and I will never grow weary. The ideas you have, the concepts you hold, and the creativity you possess make you utterly exceptional. I have never met a woman so polished, so refined, and so professional who has such a wonderful wit, salacious twist, and finds incredible pleasure in the obscene. I look forward to traversing the entirety of your mindscape and discovering every insightful tidbit, whimsical fancy, and lascivious predilection.

I do not take you for granted, little one. Knowing who you are, realizing you submit yourself to me, and being entrusted with you is not a responsibility I take lightly. I want to shower you with affection and adoration. I want to scream to the world that I, ME!, have the most incredible little woman. I want to fulfill every dark fantasy we each have - I want you to experience the incredible need and urgency you build within me. I want to leave your body weak, your mind hazy, and your soul depleted - then care for you, hold you, and rebuild you once more. I want to gently kiss you goodnight but leave the tell-tale reminders that you are mine - all over you. I want Aphrodite to swoon at our devotion, I want Pan to blush at our carnality, and I want everyone to be jealous of me. Because you, my little treasure, are mine. :heart:
Letter Two, To My Little Treasure

My Little Treasure,

I have never known passion and need like I do now; you drive me wild each and every day! I want our carnal and savage passion be intense enough to make Hedone and Pan blush. To express my affection for you in the debauchery and hedonistic desires we share, to have you reduced to a puddle of flesh, incoherent from the use of your body, your mind empty from the experience, wholly dependent upon me for your care and recovery. My body has never ached for another the way it does now!

I want your mouth to remember no one before me, for your lips to remember only mine for all time - your tongue to remember the taste of no lover before me; for it to hunger for my own. I promise to only cause the tears such as those reserved for those moments of overflowing pleasure and pain, those moments where the lines between these sensations blur and your body is unable to process further.

Your ample, gorgeous, perfect breasts to be sources of comfort - to hold me there when I need, and to be instruments of pleasure for us both. Your perfect flesh to marred and bruised from the savage and greedy need I have for you, twisted, clamped, bitten, and pulled as I see fit. The incredible sight of your globes lassoed and gathered, deepening in color as they endure the bondage. How I long to gather as much as I can hold in my mouth!

And that backside of yours - oh I could spend hours enjoying myself there! From your wonderfully soft skin, to the plushness of your cheeks, to that impeccable little knot - I want to enjoy every inch of your body! And I will use every bit of my own to savor you from the inside and out. Not a fraction of your body will be unknown to me and I am desperate to physically claim each little part of you as mine.

And my favorite part of you - your vulva. That sweet, juicy, perfect center to your body... I want to drown in the evidence of your arousal. I want your sweet musk to cover my face, my body, my own sex - I want to wear the reminder of the pleasure we enjoy together as a banner of your affection for me and my power over you. I will find and discover every inch of you - every fold, crease, hair, and nerve so that I orchestrate the most overwhelming pleasures you will ever have - the attention I will give your body in pursuit of orgasmic delight, delicious torture, and unbridled lust will be nothing like you've ever experienced. And I will take every opportunity of every day to relearn you, please you, make love to you, or savagely fuck you as symbolic gestures of my adoration of you.

There is no body on earth that I desire more than yours. Your brilliance, intellect, dirty passions, erotic delights, scandalous needs, and loving devotion are all bound up in a vessel I want to pour out and refill every moment of every day. There is nothing I won't do to physically and emotionally please you and to make your body burn with passion for me every moment I can.

Hungrily,
Your Treasure Keeper
 
Everything about this!! πŸ₯΅πŸ€€
The way she's restrained. Yes, Please.
Being Gagged. Yes, Please.
I want her breasts to be my breasts, just a little more bound. Yes, Please.
The way the chain bounces as she moves around in her predicament. Yes. Please.
Cinched waist restraint. Yes, Please.
My love of the hitachi and clitoral play. Yes, Please.
Soft whisps from the flogger. Mhhmm
 
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Letter Two, To My Little Treasure

My Little Treasure,

I have never known passion and need like I do now; you drive me wild each and every day! I want our carnal and savage passion be intense enough to make Hedone and Pan blush. To express my affection for you in the debauchery and hedonistic desires we share, to have you reduced to a puddle of flesh, incoherent from the use of your body, your mind empty from the experience, wholly dependent upon me for your care and recovery. My body has never ached for another the way it does now!

I want your mouth to remember no one before me, for your lips to remember only mine for all time - your tongue to remember the taste of no lover before me; for it to hunger for my own. I promise to only cause the tears such as those reserved for those moments of overflowing pleasure and pain, those moments where the lines between these sensations blur and your body is unable to process further.

Your ample, gorgeous, perfect breasts to be sources of comfort - to hold me there when I need, and to be instruments of pleasure for us both. Your perfect flesh to marred and bruised from the savage and greedy need I have for you, twisted, clamped, bitten, and pulled as I see fit. The incredible sight of your globes lassoed and gathered, deepening in color as they endure the bondage. How I long to gather as much as I can hold in my mouth!

And that backside of yours - oh I could spend hours enjoying myself there! From your wonderfully soft skin, to the plushness of your cheeks, to that impeccable little knot - I want to enjoy every inch of your body! And I will use every bit of my own to savor you from the inside and out. Not a fraction of your body will be unknown to me and I am desperate to physically claim each little part of you as mine.

And my favorite part of you - your vulva. That sweet, juicy, perfect center to your body... I want to drown in the evidence of your arousal. I want your sweet musk to cover my face, my body, my own sex - I want to wear the reminder of the pleasure we enjoy together as a banner of your affection for me and my power over you. I will find and discover every inch of you - every fold, crease, hair, and nerve so that I orchestrate the most overwhelming pleasures you will ever have - the attention I will give your body in pursuit of orgasmic delight, delicious torture, and unbridled lust will be nothing like you've ever experienced. And I will take every opportunity of every day to relearn you, please you, make love to you, or savagely fuck you as symbolic gestures of my adoration of you.

There is no body on earth that I desire more than yours. Your brilliance, intellect, dirty passions, erotic delights, scandalous needs, and loving devotion are all bound up in a vessel I want to pour out and refill every moment of every day. There is nothing I won't do to physically and emotionally please you and to make your body burn with passion for me every moment I can.

Hungrily,
Your Treasure Keeper


My Treasure Keeper,

You light a passion within me I didn’t know existed anymore! You. Do. That. To. Me. The way you drive me wild for you is a direct reflection of your words, actions, and desires; I multiply yours with my own for you. You make submitting to you one of the easiest things I’ve done. My mind and body are often alight and needy for you. I constantly burn with cravings for you from my lips and tongue, every curve of me from my breasts to my hips, backside, and my burning center and knot of heat. The needs I have for you to reduce me to an incoherent puddle with a clear mind can only be put out by you! Your care and recovery go unmatched from anything I’ve ever experienced, making every bit of what you take, so easy for me to give. All your needs and desires and all of what you provide are intoxicating! My mind and body have never craved to be absolutely smothered with the desire, delicious torture, and unbridled lust of another than they do with you!

Thank you for being you! For being mine!

Xoxo,
Your Little TreasureπŸ’‹πŸ’‹
 
Everything about this!! πŸ₯΅πŸ€€
The way she's restrained. Yes, Please.
Being Gagged. Yes, Please.
I want her breasts to be my breasts, just a little more bound. Yes, Please.
The way the chain bounces as she moves around in her predicament. Yes. Please.
Cinched waist restraint. Yes, Please.
My love of the hitachi and clitoral play. Yes, Please.
Soft whisps from the flogger. Mhhmm
And the drool pouring out of her mouth 😈
 
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