BoundRelease

It happened almost overnight... it seems anyway. One minute Morgan and I are joking that my breasts,  when stimulated leak small amounts of breast milk, the next it seems we are fully on our way to me lactating.  I have had this issue ever since I stopped nursing my last child. Morgan  has always been a bit fascinated by it, ok I've been obsessed too about this little "issue". I like to play with my nipples, I love them played with, and abused, tortured, sucked, and teased. I guess I'm the obsessive one...  Morgan has also become quite obsessed, and out of the blue started suckling on my breasts.... OMG let me just say... his mouth is MAGIC!!! Not kidding, the sensations of him sucking on me, literally had me squirming and close to orgasm just from him sucking my breast! I loved it, from the start, and when Morgan said he thought the taste of my milk was delicious... well that got us thinking... Can we get you to lactate again? I nursed all my children f...

The rain had been constant for the past few hours. I woke to the light drumming, the pattern disrupted by the trees - a hypnotic syncopation that lulled one to close their eyes in exchage for bliss. For just a moment I lay there, eyes closed, listening to the world drifting in through the half open window, bringing sounds and smells of earth, growth, and life. My hand floated over to your thigh under the sheet, where the silk of your skin was profound in its smoothness, drawing me to roam up and down your naked form admiring the curves and firmness of woman. You were lying on your back, head resting on the fluffed pillow, shallow breaths raising and lowering your chest.  The sheet was pulled up just past your firm round breasts, held in hands, as if reflecting modesty. I propped up on my side, resting on my elbow and just looked at you, as if recognizing beauty for the first time. So lovely, so calm, your expression one of total peace, with just a hint of a smile flickerin...

Yeah...There it is. That look.  That look that makes me want to take you by the throat and slam you against the wall, while at the same time tongue fucking you. ...bitch I love you and hate you for making me feel this way. Standing close to you, feeling the air crackle with the sexual tension of a pending lightning strike, I see your every breath as your chest heaves, as you bite your lip and give me those eyes. I want to slap you. ...hard I feel it in my gut, swelling from deep inside, this urge that wants to erupt into a torrent of hurt on you. I can feel my eyes glazing, my nostrils flared, my intake exhaled in a low guttural growl as I clench and unclench my fists, seeing your body glowing with need and intent. ...beckoning I see it in your eyes. The pleading. The need. The question. The request. You say “Yes”, before I even ask. I feel my control melting away and a surge of primal lust cascading over me and through me as my hand closes on your throat. ...bit...

Got Keys? We do, actually Morgan does. He is the dominant figure in our relationship, he owns and maintains possession of the keys.  The keys are our symbol of control, and power in our relationship. Whoever holds the keys gets to be the Top or dominant person. Morgan controls the keys, they are his, he chooses when and if to give them to me. He dangles them in front of me, teases me, seduces me, lights the dominant fire in me with them. When I see them something changes in me, the inner dominant floods my mind and body.  The animal in me comes to surface, the need to control, to inflict pain. To dominate, to use, to abuse, and also to give a gift that I find more precious than gold. www.animalhdwalls.com   Morgan does this for me.  Most of the time he is in control, he takes me to places I've only dreamt of. He leads me, and guides me into deeper submission than I've ever known. He knows me well, and somehow always seems to give me what...

...I went to our restauranttonight. Sat at the bar. Ordered our appetizer. Had a glass of our wine. It was crowded, and I watched the bartender working feverishly to make the orders, intent, focused.  I recognized her - she had waited on us last time, even flirted with us.  I think she liked you, and thought we were what we are... ...lovers I left early stepping into the crisp night, a dinner mint in my hand along with the credit card receipt. I walked back remembering how we had strolled over hand in hand, lingering for a deep kiss on the way, before heading on in.  The walk back was quiet, I heard the echo of my footsteps as I stared up at the half-cocked crescent moon, trying to  smile at me.  I tried to smile back.  The key was loud in the door. The door was even louder as it swung open and let out the warmth of darkness. Turning on the light I just stood and took in the room for a moment. It was exactly as you had left it. Canes...on the love sac. ...

...the drifting flakes of snow could not hide the cold heat of the moon's pull. If anything, the snow was like lingerie, a sensual covering that hinted of what lay beneath. If I stare to long, it is hypnotizing...and stirring... I am looking up, feeling the burning fire ...knowing that somewhere, you may glance up to, and we will stare for a moment...at eternity ...Morgan

 …it all starts out naked. The body. The rope. A single strand drawn across in a line, then doubled ...The slow pull of the twisted line against the gentle softness of flesh - a contrast that makes me flush, sets my breathing deep, as a feeling of desire rises …Each strand of rope entwines and articulates around in a pattern of entrapped symmetry, revealing a contrast just moments ago hidden…M y lust rages, at the art of bound, and the body released... ~Morgan

Sent ...having fun, want to sneak a kiss Received  Ummmm a quick kiss is nice