Being Someone To Come Home To

Painted Images

“You have filled my mind with the images that you’ve painted with your words. Please SIR, let your hunger loose on me! Feed me with your lust and take my mind filled with these pleasures to my secret subspace. My heart will race and my nipples will pucker tightly in anticipation of your touch. My clit is pulsating and the juices are flowing, from my body’s very physical response as I mentally experience each touch, thrust, bite on my flesh, suck on my nipples, and smack on my ass!
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“Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.”

— Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice (via books-n-quotes)

what if

What if I closed my eyes, imagining you’re here?

What if I hold all our memories, never far, always near?

What if I am captivated by your charming ways and ties?

What if this is the one connection that forever lives, never to die?

What if I take a leap of faith, will you catch me if I should fall?

What if I overthink, become frightened, will you climb over that wall?

What if I kissed your lips, learning your taste by heart?

What if I let my guard down, not afraid of love tearing me apart?

What if I let myself listen to your soul’s mesmerizing song?

What if I finally realized, I am finally where I belong?

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There are few things I crave more than to be kept nearby and to be of use while you work.  To take some of the stress away, to make your day a little less dull, a little more pleasant.  And what could do that more than the sound of my feet lightly padding across the floor, fetching your tea, whispering a word or two so as to not distract.  Maybe a light brush of your arm before I slip back under your desk till you need me.  

This is not a sexual activity.  It’s not about orgasms or wetness, it’s not about keeping me frustrated and needy.  It’s not about me at all.  It’s about serving, it’s about being where you want me, being what you want, it’s about you.  I won’t wonder when you’ll let me cum or when you’ll want to fuck me.  In that moment, I will have and be everything I could possibly need.  Whether I’m sitting in silence, casually forgotten, listening to you type, backspace, sigh, type again in the calm rhythm of a man deep in thought, or on my knees, a quiet, reverent mouth serving your cock as you discuss your latest business deal on the phone.  

In those moments, I will be nothing more than a silent serving girl.  A silent serving girl in unimaginable bliss.