Intimacy

Intimacy as a noun is defined as close familiarity or friendship or to have sexual intercourse/relations. It’s more than the sex for me. It’s the soft touches, the way they make me feel when that surge of electricity simmers beneath my skin. The delicateness I feel when I’m in a submissive state knowing this is my purpose, to please and to serve. The sound of moans echoing through the room. When I curl my toes then plant them firmly into the mattress under me, a way to ground myself when I start to sink. The quickening of my breath when I’m about to come undone, and when I do, the earth shattering high and euphoric pleasure that follows. To me that is everything and more that word stands for.

And intimacy is all I want to feel right now. Every inch of my body explored,not a single part untouched. To be pleased and to please in a million different ways until I lose all sense of who I am. It’s a hunger and a craving that never stops, a perpetual cycle of wanting more and never being quite full enough. I want to be completely inebriated with the feeling of a never ending bliss, a smiling plaything.

Seeking a dominance that leaves me in a mindfuck every single time. A dominance where I don’t have to think, the thinking is done for me. An escape from life into a world where I can merely be a mindless mess.To have a devotion to pain and pleasure and to be in a world where that is all I know, it’s all I want to know. That's all I should know. And to have adoration for the person who is making me feel all of these sublime feelings.

Every inch of my body craves his touch, his forceful yet gentle touch that makes me sink further into submission. I try to deny how much my mind is saying how starved it is of him, in fear of my own pleasure. But my body, my body knew; it was undeniable. To be completely naked is to be completely vulnerable with another person, not something we often think about until it happens. All our flaws, all our insecurities for someone to see. Every inch exposed, every blemish, every hair, every curve. Did I want him to see me in this prerequisite? Did I want him to see the way I shy away when I’m bare before him? I’m not the self-reliant and sanguine woman he thinks he sees.

But oh how I want to be his muse. To feel his digits hooking onto the waistband of my panties, the feeling of them along with his hands sliding down my legs to my ankles. Gently moving my hair to one side to then unhook my bra and let my breasts naturally fall into place. His index finger tilting my chin up to meet his gaze as I attempt to shy away, trying to move away but him noticing even the slightest shift. He notices, he notices. I’m not a person people notice let alone notice how I feel and for someone to my body. How I react, how I shiver as anticipation simmers; like water beginning to boil.

He gently pushes me back onto the bed, bringing one hand up to my jaw and caressing it with his thumb : the other hand on my hip holding me in place. He stares deeply into my eyes, I look up at him with my brown little doe eyes. My eyes tell him what I want, what I need, what I yearn for. He brings his lips to mine, lingering slightly before he presses them to mine. Starting slow but building passionately into a deeper, erotic lip biting kiss.

His palm slides from my hip to my inner thigh, I feel it getting closer and closer to where I’m most sensitive. My legs part slightly, inviting him to go further. My eyes close as he brushes against the warmth in between my legs. My back arches as he pushes his digits into me, he forces my abdomen back down to the bed, steadying me for what was yet to come. His fingers curling to hit the spot he knows pushes me to the edge. He brings me right to the edge of the cliff of pleasure and dangles me there, not knowing when he’s going to give me the final push. He doesn’t, he pulls me back but just enough that I’m not too far away from falling.

His hips rise to meet mine and pushes himself inside of me, making my eyes naturally roll in utter bliss. He continues to thrust in and out, each thrust making me sink deeper and deeper, coaxing me further. A rendezvous of his power over me and the pleasure we are both experiencing. I’ve never known pleasure like it, a pleasure unlike any other. A pleasure made for us and us only, only we can make each other feel like this. Only he can make me feel this euphoric bliss that I can lose myself in. I want to feel this forever, I don’t want it to ever end because when it does I’ll return to the woman I was before this bliss.

His moans were a sensual melody that drove me to dangle back to the edge of the cliff. His pace began to get faster, I too could tell he was almost dangling with me. Nothing felt better than both of us being filled with something that was made for us. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips, which was silenced by his lips crashing back to mine. A mutual feeling of wanting to come undone.

“Sink deeper than you’ve ever sunk before. Disappear into bliss and lose yourself. When you fall, I’ll catch you.” he whispers into my ear

A wave of bliss engulfs me completely, being bound and tied to this feeling. Holding onto every single atom of this euphoria, which then pushes him to the level of pleasure that I am on. His thrusts got slower as he pressed his forehead to mine and grunted as both of our bodies shook.