I am not so much accustomed

To waiting this long

For anything I want.

And so,

As my calculated step

Brings me ever closer to you

Relaxed in repose

With your fingers that beckon and tease

At the smooth wet side

Of your glass,

My purpose is

To provoke you

To waken the beast

To rile and rouse you

To test you and see

Where exactly your boundaries lie

And how much temptation

You can withstand.

I hand you a sultry laugh.

You warn me

And it no more than excites

Inflaming my long held desire.

I think you might,

You just might,

Be worth the wait.

I press you to up the ante

And am delighted to find

You have completely

Changed the game.

To truly understand a woman

Start where the soul stops.

Don’t forget the flesh,

The spark often starts there..

That, my friends, is where the true beauty of a woman begins.

Excite her mind to discover her hidden desires,

Help ignite her flames without discretion.

Stoke the passion of her desires to dig deeper,

To understand the depths of her soul.

It is there that you’ll connect with her,

To discover who she really is..

Leave no secret unraveled,

No corner unexplored.

Ask and listen as you learn about her..

All of her,

The dark, the light, the deep and the pain.

Her ways,

Her thoughts,

Her fears and wants..

Work yourself throughout the tapestry that is the beauty of a woman,

And you'll discover a wonder unlike anything you've ever seen or known of before.

Immerse yourself into every recess of her mind, soul, spirit and body,

And you'll find an amazing creature that defies simplicity in all her allure.

Only then will you be able to:

Make love to her mind.

Inspire her spirit.

Connect with her soul.

And explore her body.

That’s where the real journey begins.

A journey that you'll never want to end.

That's the beauty of a woman,

that’s the essence of chemistry,

And the madness of love.

You’ll never be the same again.

Make a choice.

Now.

Stop lamenting your problems if you opt for the choices that lead you down the wrong road.

Don't question the quality of your life if you tempt fate and sell your soul for temporary satisfaction.

What’s fun for a time won’t always be best for you.

Choose a side,regardless of which, and stand up for it.

You will reap what you sow, so plant the seeds of the future you desire.

Live hard and such will be your fate.

Invest your time wisely and you will see great dividends.

Everyone makes a choice and takes a path.

If you dance with the devil, don't expect peace - pleasure is often mixed with pain in equal amounts.

It's your life and your call,and you don't owe anyone an explanation for your life.

Just make sure that when you look in the mirror, you see the reflection of the person you want to be.

You can’t blame anyone else for your choices, good or bad, and you don’t have to.

Own them.

Love them.

Accept them.

Live with reckless abandon and the aftermath may be unkind.

Love hard.

Live passionately.

Decide smartly.

No one makes that choice but you.

Choose wisely.

You’ve only got one shot at this life.

Make it count.

"Down here, Babygirl"

Are the words my eyes speak

to you as I take control of your

willpower and grip it like I am

hanging on for dear life.

Try and keep your focus the best you can,

but you are in battle with me now and

you are going to lose, and there is not

a damn thing you can do about it.

I have to control you, I just have to.

I am not sure why or when this motivation came about within me but it central to who I am now.

I intend to take complete ownership of your body and I have spent a lot of time honing the skills needed to do just this.

Fight back with your sense of control,

it's so much hotter when you think

you have a choice in the matter.

The first orgasm will send

a message to your mind that

"oh, this feels amazing."

By the time the second one rolls around,

you will start losing your sense of reality.

Three and four just pull you closer

to me and by the time fifth hits,

you are a puppet on a string

and I am making you dance for me.

I could stop in this moment

and I could ask anything of you,

and you and I both know that the

answer would be "Yes".

The beauty of this all is that

my heartbeat has hardly even elevated.

My lungs don't burn.

I am not even sweating yet.

I have so much more left in the gas tank

and your E light started blinking ten minutes ago.

You are done for. Wiped out.

Internally your body has wrecked itself from the floods of endorphins that have pressed you to the brink, yet my forearm hasn't even burned yet.

My dick has not even entered you.

My hands are not numb from

the spankings on your ass.

I am just getting started.

So Miss Alpha, how's that big girl

attitude working out for you now?

What, can't speak? Can't say anything?

Good! Just look at me then while I wreck you....

Babygirl,

You thought the tease would be fun?

Playful tastes of wine and

nibbles of dinner were your opening acts.

Your impish smile belied

your wicked agenda all too well.

Delighted as you were,

you relished the thought

of making me squirm and testy,

craving you more with each passing moment. Giggling with each movement,

watching my desire swell by

the candlelight only added

to the allure of our burning passion.

Clever conversation and witty

anecdotes mixed with subtle

temptation flowing beautifully

from your ruby red lips

hinted at the elegant seduction

of a mistress bent on stoking the fires of lust.

You reveled in the control you

feigned to maintain as you

danced with the darkness of my soul.

The glances, the flirting and the

erstwhile innuendos caught fire

and the flame consumed my entire being.

Satisfied , Babygirl?

Coming around the table

to refill your wine glass,

I stopped behind you

and leaned down,

my lips softly kissing your neck.

I sensed the chills as your eyes

closed and my hands slowly

crept around your dress until

my fingers teased your delicate breasts wistfully. Low moans emanated from your

lips and I kissed deliberately

along your neck and shoulders.

Your arm outstretched to

grab a tuft of my hair,

you whisper my name as I mark

a path along your skin with

soft kisses and gentle bites.

Suddenly, my hands clench swiftly

as I grope your taut breasts,

my teeth marking my path on your supple skin.

Your voice gasps with the

forceful ferocity of my hands and mouth,

and you start to rise.

Pulling your body to mine,

my foot deftly kicks apart your legs

and I push your upper body down

onto the table face first.

Your black lace panties tear off

quickly as I explore your

wetness midst your growing moans.

Within 15 seconds,

I plunge my hardness deeply into you,

eliciting a sharp cry from your lungs.

I linger inside you,

leaning forward to kiss your neck once more,

slowly, softly, carefully.

My words echo in your ears

as my baritone voice slices

through the crisp silence.

"I don't know how bad a good girl can be,

but you're about to understand

what happens when a gentleman is teased..

the patient Wolf is patient no longer."

I won't bite you softly or casually..

But in such a way that you'll never

forget the taste of me in your mouth.

You're the hunger that no food can satiate,

A carnal need that drives me mad with craving.

A primal craving to lap up your sweet desire

That urges me to plunge

headfirst into your overflowing wetness.

Your eyes meet mine as

I gorge midst your passionate moans,

Your whispered words fuel my drive

To bury myself between your legs.

"I love watching you..

it feels so amazing.. please don't stop."

Pausing with a wolfish glare in my eye,

I gruffly growl my answer.

"I want to hear you scream...my name."

Focusing on your supple skin,

I cover every inch of your

Thighs with soft kisses and gentle bites.

The quiet calm before the storm..

The furious need to see you,

Taste you, hear you...

Feel you sweeps over me.

With frenzied calculation,

I lap, swirl, suck and flick your

erogenous pleasure points

Until your beautiful body writhes

With climactic pleasure..

Locking my arms around your legs,

I maintain control of your tempestuous

Release as your skin quivers with desire.

I cover your stomach with kisses

As the aftershocks slowly subsided

and your eyes focus on mine once more.

You know the look in my eye all too well

as I begin my descent.

Before your hands pull my

face upwards for a kiss.

Mouth wet with anticipation,

Your words are choppy and anxious.

"How do you know how to push me over the edge repeatedly? How?"

I smile and kiss your cheek softly.

Peering into your eyes,

I lick my finger as my baritone

voice cuts through the silence.

"Because it's simply love- I love you, doing that to you and our connection is so very deep it intensifies everything."

I feel every twitch, tremor and moan

resonate in the deepest depths of my soul.

With an evil smile,

I pull your legs, once more over my shoulders

Moments before your shrieks of passion

Rise once in the next crescendo of your pleasure.

Some hungers can't be satisfied..

I'm about to show you why.

I knew a side of you, that no one else had ever witnessed. I knew that behind that innocent, sweet exterior, beneath your vivacity, and confidence, buried deep within your soul; she lived within you. I could sense her, peering back at me, when I lost myself in your eyes for the first time. Your inner submissive. That part of you that yearned to relinquish control, ached to gift me the power, screamed out to be used and directed. I did not rush, I was in no hurry. I talked to you for months on end. I studied you, microscopically. I needed to know what made you tick. You needed to know what I was capable of. Throughout all of this, it had been building between us, that unmistakable electricity. That filthy, animalistic urge, to fuck. Now was that time, this is what we had both been working towards, each time we met and conversed. Today, you would be mine. I met you after work, at my favourite bar. As you entered, gliding towards me, your gorgeous hair tumbling down onto your fulsome breasts, that smile that could stop my heart in its tracks; I drew a deep lungful of breath.

“You are so amazingly beautiful, Princess!",

I emphatically compliment, before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on your luscious lips. Pulling the stool out, so you can take your seat.

"I really need a glass of wine, Sir.

It's been a really tough day!",

you remark.

"No wine tonight, Princess.

I need all of your senses alive".

With that, I order two sodas from the bartender.

"Tell me about your day, baby".

Leaning in, I delicately stroke your soft cheeks, locking my eyes onto yours,

"I'm listening".

You tell me about all the stress at work, how colleagues had let you down, how glad you are to be with me now. Smilingly, I instruct you,

"Tonight, Princess, I will quiet your mind, you will serve and concentrate only on me".

With that, I take you by the hand, and lead you to the exit. The short walk back to mine, goes by in what feels like the blink of an eye. As we enter, I give you a tour of my home. Stopping in my bedroom, you meander around, admiring my possessions. Suddenly, you are aware. You can feel my hungry eyes trained on you. Like a predator, perfectly still, awaiting the perfect moment to attack my prey. You turn around, to meet my ravenous gaze. Before you know what's happened, I'm on you, as if I've covered the length of the room in a single stride. Without a word, I grab you powerfully by the throat and pin you to the wall. As you struggle to catch your breath, your heart thundering in your chest, I lift your skirt and force my hand into your panties. Your silky, warm cunt, is already sodden with desire. Leaning in to you, I questioningly whisper,

"Why are you so wet, you filthy whore?".

You squirm in my strong grasp, unable to answer, as I increase the pressure on your porcelain like neck.

"Answer me!

Why is your cunt such a fucking drippy mess?".

I rip your clothes asunder, my hand still around your throat as I do, I begin kissing you incredibly softly, barely connecting with your lips.

"I'm going to use all of you, slut! Not an inch will I spare!",

I growl. Your pupils dilate, and you simply nod your agreement. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I force you onto your knees.

"Open!",

I snarl.

Looking up at me, you smirkingly reply,

"Make me!".

CRASH... I bring my hand powerfully down, connecting sharply with your beautiful face.

"Do as you are fucking told... NOW!".

You comply, and open your mouth. Forcing my engorged cock deeply inside, I begin to take your throat. Powerfully thrusting my swollen lust into you, relentlessly and without restraint. You cough and splutter, as your spit runs down my shaft, coating me completely, and spilling down onto your voluptuous tits. Tears stream down your cheeks, turning you into a gorgeous mess. Dark streaks of your mascara edge their way down towards your delicate chin. I repent, releasing you from my cock. Finally free, you gasp, desperately drawing breath back into your heaving chest. Lifting you off the floor by your hair, I throw you backwards onto the bed.

"Open your legs, Princess!".

We both know that you are going to fight me. I learned a long time ago, that you want me to take you. You desire being overwhelmed and overcome.

"No!",

you goad me.

CRASH... CRASH... the painful impact of my strong hand on your tits, sends the beautiful depravity of pain soaring through you. Your cunt throbs and pulses. Yet, still you refuse. Climbing on top of you, I push your arms into the restraints attached to the bed frame. You wrestle and struggle beneath me, while I mockingly laugh at you. We both know I will win, that's the whole point of this. Hands finally secured, your ankles follow soon after. I kiss you passionately, desperately.

"Now, you are going to behave, Princess. You're mine now!".

That pretty smile erupts on your face.

"Yes, Sir.

I submit to you.

Use me as you wish, Sir".

Kissing my way gently down your body, I linger on your tummy. I know this is your least favourite part of you. But, you will learn, I want all of you. Every last bit. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I make my way down to the hot mess between your legs. My cunt. Lapping at you as if my life depends on it, I quickly bring you to orgasm. Your body writhes, thrashing wildly, as your orgasm swallows you whole. But, I have no intention of stopping. I'm hungry, and I want more from you. Your second orgasm strikes,

"OH... FUUUUUCCCK... thank... you... Sir!",

you screech loudly.

Raising my head, my face covered in the sweet juices of your satisfaction, I lift myself above you.

"Beg for it, slut!".

Overcome with pleasure, you are in no mood to feign defiance.

“Please, Sir... please take me..."

Ferociously, I slam my throbbing cock into you. Filling you entirely. Throwing your head back, you groan. With each thrust, deeper, harder, more powerful than the last, I lay claim to you.

"You are my slut, you are my Princess!",

I growl through gritted teeth.

I, myself, completely overcome with the animalistic need to have you. Our bodies buck, and spasm, contorting with joint pleasure. Your breathing quickens, my cunt convulses, pulsating rapidly around me, as I continue to slam into you again and again.

"Please... please...",

is all you can muster.

"Cum for me, Princess!",

I demand.

The guttural cry emits from you, as you are lost, drowning in the waves of your satisfaction once more. With one final, back arching thrust, I explode inside you. Collapsing on top of you, both fighting to catch our breath, my cunt still hungrily massaging every last drop of my seed from me. I release you. Pulling you into me, I place your head on my chest, and begin to lightly stroke your soft hair.

"You are amazing,

Princess. I worship you.

Thank you for serving me".

Lifting your face gently to mine, I kiss you. In that moment, I feel like the luckiest man alive.

"Let's lay for a while,

and then I'll run you a bath.

I want to bathe you, love".

You smile at me,

"Thank you, Sir."

Would your lips tremble if I touched them? Would your heart melt if I ignited your fire? Would your soul long for mine if I called out for you? As the hands of time edge tenuously forward, I hold the meaning of everything in my arms as I look at you. I don't know how I found you or why I am so blessed, only that I look at you and wonder how such a beautiful soul like you could find me.. So, as I take your soft face into my hands, drinking in your soulful eyes, I wonder so many things, but most of all, this: If I fall into the madness of your love, plunge headfirst into the depths of your heart, will you catch me and keep me, forevermore? It's A Chance I'm Willing To Take..

All heartbreaks are hard. They hurt. They burn. I know the pain you feel hurts deep within your heart and soul. I know you feel alone and cold even in a crowded room. You think no one understands you, but I do. Trust me my friend, I understand you. I understand the pain, the ache within your heart and soul. I understand how some days you just can’t find the strength to get up, how some days you just want to be alone yet you want someone there to help ease the pain. I’ve felt all of it. But, let me tell you that you won’t always feel this way. You won’t always hear a song that reminds you of them. You won’t always get a phone call and expect it to be them. With time, their memory will fade away from your thoughts. You’ll forget the little details of the times you both shared. Slowly but surely my friend, you will heal and rediscover joy once again. You might get a random whiff of their perfume every once and awhile, and it might get you sad for a moment, but it will only be brief, you’ll carry on about your day. Trust me, my friend, all will pass. I promise.