I am hoping this helps a little.
Because I don’t know what else to do.
That hand could use a bourbon and a retake
Deep breath
And a long exhale.
I am hoping this helps a little.
Because I don’t know what else to do.
. I am so thankful every time He still needs to hear me as much as I do Him.
I think I just replied on the old thread...... must be getting tired.... it’s been a long day, either that or it’s my ageI’m still this articulate with voice too
It’s a very different vocabulary to communicate in the written form to the spoken form, the written form can have “thinking time” and “editing time” before the person at the other end gets to see the considered words (even if those times are seconds). Whereas the spoken word is instant and any pauses or moments of thought or self editing are viewed by the listener as doubts and misunderstandings about true feelings and desires, there is no time for making those mistakes. Some are better and more confident with the spoken word.
And yes you look damn good and very sexy in heels and nothing else
Oh, please! Age isn’t a variable I spend much time thinking about. Must be the long day/tired bit... and I’ll forgive... but just this once (I thought it might happen if I was linking that old of a post. Hoped it wouldn’t, but knew the possibility was out there).
I don’t think I’m not confident with what I’m saying... I guess Daddy can ring in on the tone of my voice and whether what I am able to fling out of my mouth isn’t confident. I would say I just don’t have the mental capacity to focus my mind on both how good He sounds (because fUck. He sounds SO good) and how much I need to cum for Him. My subby little brain is a place He freely walks with the words He knows drive me wild. I have come to terms with the fact that my role in phone sex (or sex, really) is to be a whimpering, moaning pile of fuckflesh for Him.
Soft, supple skin
Freshly washed and towel dried
Smooth moving hands
Full of luxurious
Body conditioners.
Drink in clear pores
And sweet smells
Of hopeful kisses
From bright eyes
As the world stops
In the dabbed drip
On you back.
I feel you
As we towel off
With your smile
As I maneuver
All of this hair
To wring out
And pile up
On top of my head.
Touch me once more
Before we have to dress
And part ways
Like strangers
Who know enough
To nod at each other
When they pass
On the street.
Hold me close
Kiss my lips, jawline, neck,
Your hand resting on my hip
My head tilting to proffer up space
Tell me
I am yours.
Allow our bodies
Respite in the therapy
Of bare skin
Just a little longer.
Beautiful words, so tender and meaningful.Soft, supple skin
Freshly washed and towel dried
Smooth moving hands
Full of luxurious
Body conditioners.
Drink in clear pores
And sweet smells
Of hopeful kisses
From bright eyes
As the world stops
In the dabbed drip
On you back.
I feel you
As we towel off
With your smile
As I maneuver
All of this hair
To wring out
And pile up
On top of my head.
Touch me once more
Before we have to dress
And part ways
Like strangers
Who know enough
To nod at each other
When they pass
On the street.
Hold me close
Kiss my lips, jawline, neck,
Your hand resting on my hip
My head tilting to proffer up space
Tell me
I am yours.
Allow our bodies
Respite in the therapy
Of bare skin
Just a little longer.
