Vanilla-Xtract

On simple paths two complex souls take
Being far and close despite distance connect
As a piece of myself my girl loves me
Closest thing to my heart where together we are

Phantom bindings vivid dreams
Heart pumps blood charged hot
Beyond fingertips reach
Physical between touch and not

As if cut from the same fabric or two sides of a coin
Like finding a piece belonging I find myself complete
My girl changed everything from what my life was like
Knowing me before I myself, Loving before I knew how

Submission without reservation, Love without condition
Healing soothing solace
Happy safe
Together in mind and spirit soar
Giving until it hurts and then gives more
Stronger uplifted my precious puts me
My precious love I cherish I adore

31 December 2008

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/// (c) Master Zoomer 2010
/// “Solace”
/// December 31, 2008
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Part I : “The Reluctant Kisser”

I’d been doing the online dating thing for a few months by the time I met you. I had had some success on the vanilla dating scene, but the kinky dates had only surfaced occasionally, and I needed a little more excitement, and less of the “nice to meet you, let’s get a drink, dance, then maybe later I’ll let you TRY to kiss me.” That is such bullshit. And here you were… giving me the challenge… saying “oh, kissing leads to sex, and it’s too early in our relationship for that.” More bullshit! I am tired of playing games, and I won’t tolerate it any more.

The reason I am with you on this second date, besides your being a hot, hard-bodied little tease, is that I noticed you like it rough, you like to be controlled, and you think you’re naughty. But naughty to you is doing something you hadn’t done before. Like fucking on the second date, for instance. You will learn that being naughty is the means by which you draw punishment upon yourself. With me, you will find rewards and enjoyments. But you will also find the urge to break my rules, and become a disrespectful, insolent little bitch, because you have an insatiable desire to be punished and forced into compliance.

At first, I thought your resistance was hot. It got me excited, and I liked the way you pulled your head back and away when I came close to kiss you, and I could never even plant a kiss on you by surprise. As the time passed that evening, however, your evasive lips frustrated and annoyed me. Talking about it was no longer an option on this, our second meeting. My patience had limitations, and your refusals to my verbal demands had reached and surpassed those limitations, which is why I am no longer going to ask you for the kiss I am going to get from you.

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This was the first time either of us had a chance to enjoy a cage, and it was beyond any expectations we might have had before. I met the host in the other room, and he was happy to give me a tour of his place. I think he pointed to some handmade furniture before saying the word “cage,” but “cage” is really all we heard him say. I looked at you with a smile. You were wide-eyed with curiosity, and beaming with delight, as we walked from one room to the next. My eyes then locked onto the white metal gate behind which was enough space for someone of any height to stand comfortably. The host opened the latch of the cage door, and stepped out of the way.

As if some internal force had compelled you to move from my side to within the cage, immediately, you slipped off your shoes, and before I realized what had happened, you were inside, and I was latching the gate closed behind you. Your eyes were fixed onto me at all times, as if your gaze were an emotional tether. Yet with a blink, your expression became one of utter submission, eyes cast downward. A slight shudder revealed your feeling of being on display for all to see. You were removed from the rest of us, isolated within the confines of the bars and wood. The girl in the cage. The featured exhibit. It seemed to suit you profoundly, for it touched my heart and fulfilled what was certainly a frequently discussed fantasy of mine. Openly and proudly, here you were, displayed as the girl who belongs to Me.

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Unwinding from the day’s usual stress, plus the long, but familiar weekend drive afterward, I relaxed in the Jacuzzi with a well-chilled Newcastle in hand. My girl massaged my balls under the water while the jet steadily drummed my lower back.

Next to me, her eyes were shut as she rode the strongest of the jets, writhing breathlessly and approaching another orgasm. I wasn’t keeping track of the number, and she knew it, so the horney slut was likely up to eight by then, just in the tub. I’d already allowed her to blow me once I’d arrived by car only an hour before. I diligently punished her for cumming on my shoes, but that only made her hungry for more cock.

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As I circled the drive slowly, I smiled, saying, “I see you now, I’m right here,” and finally flipped my phone shut. She was nearly hopping in her driveway as she saw me wind around other parked cars before finally pulling into the nearest open visitor space.

She rushed to my door as I began to open it.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” she exclaimed, eyes sparkling almost as brightly as her smile.

“Hello sweetie,” I said, happily realizing that I could finally speak those words in person. She looked nearly as I expected her to look, but there was something about her that no picture could ever have captured in an image. I was immediately comfortable.

She made me feel important. I was excited to finally be with her. We had been talking on the phone and chatting on line for over a month regularly, whenever possible. And now we were finally together face to face. She made me feel like royalty as she welcomed me.

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