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Your only purpose is to serve me and let me devour you.

That's your first step to 'bliss' !

All mothers need to see this!

That's the most amazing thing! It means she's getting comfortable with you! Not as her "son" But more like her "man"

Kneel before me and you will know what it means to be desired!

She could feel her cares and worries fade away with each soft stroke of his hand.

Few things are as mesmerizing as watching two beautiful women making out 🤤

Date night with my beautiful baby girl @spoiledbyhim47 !! What a night!!😍🥵😈❤️‍🔥

How am I supposed to stop touching her when every inch of her begs to be adored?

Let me feel your chest against mine.

Physical touch is a must. Frequently throughout the day, even during random moments. There rarely is a wrong moment to do so.

She submits willingly, I enjoy immensely.

Pristine White

There are instances which while I am not particularly proud of to boast, did present a mix of intense pleasure, a bit of pain and valuable experience.

Without getting into too much of details, let’s just say that the ‘gentleman’ I report to in my office enjoys a lot of "consented"-privileges on me. It wasn’t a willful decision on my part at the beginning, rather a Hobson’s choice. Having said that however, I also must add that over a period of time of getting to know each other ‘very closely’ while deriving pleasure, a level of fondness did develop and what started as a coerced submission eventually paved its way into willful enthusiasm in full consent. That although didn’t mellow him, he knew he won’t have to struggle to enjoy his rights at his will.

A time came when he knew about his ‘ownership’ status on my physical being and being personally very satisfied, it was then extended to his very close friends and few men whose decisions mattered a lot on the scope of new business to be won. It was on one of these ‘extended privileges’ that I found myself in a position similar to the image here, which reminded me of it. I was summoned into his office on one of the days and I found one of his friends sitting in his cabin, someone who had been close to me a few times at my boss’ home. Something told me the mood prevailing inside the room wasn’t a very upbeat one. “You have an assignment”, my boss told me very matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send you for this one, but then I trust only you to handle this. He will tell you of the rest while you will be on your way in the car this evening”, he said, pointing me towards his friend. He then turned towards his friend and told him, “you need to assure that she is safely escorted out after the ‘assignment’ is over and faces no difficulty in reaching home. You need to be present yourself there and not through one of you other employees. I will not risk her at all. You need to assure me of that”. His friend responded with a complete assurance and his physical presence at all times permitted. “Call me once you are out upon completion of the task and have reached home. I will be anxious about your return”, he told me.

While in the car on my way to a really posh hotel that evening, his friend explained. A really big decision is awaited from a political leader of a western country. Apparently he would be leaving India in the coming week and by then would have formed his mind about the decision which will have a direct impact on the business that this friend is engaged into. So far, he feels that the decision would be in his favour. However he has been privately ‘requested’ by this leader that while in India, he was desirous of trying out everything Indian to satisfy himself as to if he should sign the document in favour of a businessman in India. He wanted to be with someone Indian to show him around the city on the next day in case he liked her company today. He paused and looked at me and the implications of ‘everything Indian’ sunk into me. Hence is his need to borrow my presence from my boss for the evening.

He made a call to the people in the hotel to ensure that I am not made to wait in the lobby under any circumstances and be escorted to the appointed suite immediately. He told me that this leader made it very clear that no compromise to be made on the quality and thus only someone with a recommendation be allowed to come inside his room. Definitely not someone who is available for a price. And so, I am from this moment on be known as his best-friend’s wife, someone who he had to coax and persuade a lot, a lot to her agreement to come over for a while today and show him around the city for the rest of his stay here.

We reached the hotel. The organization was flawless, I was forthwith escorted by my “husband’s best-friend” to the floor where the suite was. When he knocked, the door was opened by a gentleman who greeted both of us with a big welcome. We came inside and the door was locked behind us. Our host said he was very pleased that I could come to spend some time with him today and maybe over the next few days to show him around. I smiled and pointed to my companion and said, I came only because he and my husband are best-friends and…”, I paused and added, “and he really really persuaded me to meet you”. I guess my mention about my exclusivity impressed our host and he invited the two of us to have a drink. My boss’ friend quickly mentioned that he had to attend to some very important calls and would rather be there. He requested our host to call him so that he could come to pick me up once our host is ready. He rose and left.

My host poured me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to have a small dance with him. I said I am not very good in it but probably can try. Gulping down a few quick ones, he put on a nice waltz and beckoned to me to join him. The dim yellow lights really played on with our moods. I adjusted my saree and offered my hand to him to lead me into the dance. He pulled me closer and pretty soon his hand was pressing down on my waist while pulling my torso firmly against him as we waltzed around. There were smiles and giggles and touches and feels all over me. Somewhere between the drinks and the dances I realized I was in the process of losing my saree and the petticoat. He paused for a moment to look at me. I think he felt satisfied savouring the sight of everything Indian in a dusky brown complexion which was a stark contrast against his fairness. I saw him loosen his belt and unbuttoning his trousers which fell to the ground as he stepped out of it. I saw him pulling the elastic of his underwear down till his lower body was in nude. He stepped closer and a push backwards landed me on the soft, smooth, pristine white linen on the big bed. A combination of several rapid movements made me realize I was pinned down on the soft, white bed while his entire fair-skinned physique with hairy chest hovered all over me, pausing to feel specific places before moving on to the next. Despite his urge, he exercised good control over myself to ensure I get into the mood too instead of just submitting. It felt good and I allowed him to keep playing. A while later, I don't know how long was it after, I realized he was trying to align himself with me to engage in coitus while pinning me down under his huge frame. A momentary sensation of a robust erection trying to find its way inside me was followed by the feeling of a 'void' inside me which got gradually filled. There were a few seconds of rest while he rejoiced in the successful breaching of the castle door and then he assumed his primal masculine form to begin the process to summon his seeds. The thrusts were powerful enough to jerk my entire body upwards even while being under his enormous masculine weight.

It may sound funny now, but the last thought that flashed through my mind before the pleasure of his maleness numbed the consciousness out of me was that the pristine-white bedsheets won’t be as white tomorrow morning after they dry.

Losing oneself

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

I love to see how the men, irrespective of their ownership status with respect to me, i.e. be it any of the several capacities in which I (as a woman) am related to the men in my life, transform into the various degrees of being cute with passage of time.

At the onset of sex it would be more look and feel and touch and grope and tease and torture and smiles and giggles. As time passes and he ensures that he has established complete ownership over me, he starts settling down and the usage of his hands and mouth are relatively lesser and his waist and hips take over gradually to initiate the primal pleasurable motion.

Once he starts getting into the groove eventually he stops using all his facilities except for his hips that pistons his swollen erection in and out of my vagina. He goes into a state of trance and all the other parts of me that attracted him till literally a few moments earlier, now takes a back seat. His body remains laid on top of mine, my breasts crushed under his huge chest, sometimes his face remains lifted and his eyes fixated with mine though they are more in a trance-like state being immersed in the pleasure of sex, or their face is placed next to mine on the pillow. His entire body remains motionless except his hips that keeps intensifying the thrusting motion, sending me shudders of intense pleasure while I try to grab and hold him as tightly as I can, often scratching his back unknowingly in the process till I die a mini death in my own orgasm or he spills his precious seeds all inside me marking the end of that session of our copulation.

Having transferred his seeds to me, he, all of a sudden would regain his control over all the other facilities that he had lost, i.e. his hands that would cuddle me again and feel my breasts, his smile, his mouth as he would kiss me again, before slumping down in exhaustion to recover while rejoicing in the aftermath of pleasure (…till he started the whole process again).

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

900 words

I see - easily - 900 of the thousand words a photo is worth

And each one is a word of praise

To your effort and success

To your intent and vulnerability

To your compassion and critique

To your honest expression

To your physical beauty

To your mental wonderland

To your spiritual depths

To your loving heights

A pic is worth 1000 words…

And a 900 of mine are expressions of why I love you!

-pati3ntwo1f (012625)

Well…

Just bathe in my praises. Soak in them. Let them warm, rinse, clean… play in it, rest in it… submerge yourself at will, float on a whim, dip whichever and all the parts of you on a want. Praises will keep flowing from my lips. My well of expression will never run dry. It’s yours!

- pati3ntwolf (07092023)

DAYDREAMING SOMETHING Mmmmm!

I’d shower with you

I wish

I’m daydreaming rn

You out the shower…

1st time we’ve shared such a space

Based off our interactions & now face 2 face again, you trust your intuitions more… our magic is more real

So you walk out in just your towel - wrapped just enough around you to keep warm, hide nipples, and tease treasure

Eye contact

We both smile

Words not needed

You took the trusting step and we both recognize and celebrate it with excitement

I say “let me help you”

I come over. Grabbing the towel i spin you to where your back is to me, but i have control of the towel…

I move your hair and dry your back

Your waist… never fully reaching your front 😉

Then i say “excuse me” as i spread your legs futher apart, drop down, and dry from your inner thighs to toes

Your right leg

Then your left

While on one knee i ask you… “turn around, please?”

Never looking up, i begin at your feet

Left shin

Left knee

Back down to right shin

Right knee

As i adjust the towel in my hands, i look up at you

And ask if you are cold

With the towel as i need it i shuffle closer, face less than an inch from your skin

Exhale so you feel the warmth of my breath on your drying skin

(And to compose myself, because what your eyes are saying is str8 starting shit 😜)

I pat. I dab the towel, that is wrapped behind you right leg - across the front of your lower thigh… working my way up

And just before…. I switch to your lower left thigh… doing the same

I Lick my lips

And ask…

“May I?”

I kiss just under your belly button

My warm lips are contrary to the cold touch from the tip of my nose

Your body reacts

As it does you realize where my hands are, as they supportively grip you to go no where

I kiss lower, as my right arm begins to lift your left thigh

You reach for balance (wall, chair, bed, door, whatever it there)

I lick my lips again as you look to see why i slightly paused

You can sense my breathing has changed

And u like it’s intensity

I put your left thigh on my shoulder, adjust my kneeling accordingly

And lick between your lips gently

Letting my anxiety to taste you be your moisturizer

I gently lick again

Ever lower

Ever closer

Till my moisture is met with yours,…

Just after, your clit gets the first glimpse of what this tongue can do

I can taste you

How ready you are, only deepens my breath

Exhaling want and desire, you can feel its warmth

As i quickly say “Let me” before i dive in - never allowing you to respond (verbally)… only to respond (physically) as i spell the alphabet in lowercase and capitals until i learn (from your reaction) your letters of the day

Lowercase “L”

Capital “W”

Lowercase “A”

Lowercase “E”

I grip your waist as you teach me your code to unlock your goddess

Until i stop

Because as a gentleman, i need you not to strain… and standing is getting difficult

I just stop and stand

Place my right hand on the side of your face

Gently turn your head to your left

Lean into where our bodies touch and my lips are grazing your neck, just below you ear

And i say …

“Mmmm. Baby? I need you to lay down.”

You move without words, but i hold you in place

In the same spot i speak - while embracing you closer…

“May I… do more?”

You take a few steps back as i lead you, like we are ballroom dancing

You lay back on the bed

I return to my selfishness, tasting my way to your clit’s password

You can sense how i like it when you slip from receiving to giving - trying to ride my tongue

As you become more expressive, i only come up to quickly say things like:

“Let go”

“That’s it”

“Gimme”

“I want you to cum”

“Good girl”

And very possibly, if your day was as stressful/eventful/energy-draining as recent days

Then after your climax

I savor the flavors you gifted me, as i calmly grab the lotion

And begin to lotion you like we should have done 3 orgasms ago

I ask you to roll on your back, as i finish and our eyes talk for us

I intermittently place kisses here and there

You lay on your left as we embrace and i tease you with kisses and talking - where my lips intentionally run gently against yours

I get lost in your eyes again

Start rambling

You smile. Put your finger over my lips… &

Kiss me like there is no such thing as an ending

And roll onto your right side… keeping my arms around you like it’s the only blanket you have

I slightly adjust to be as comfortably close as possible

We snuggle

I move your hair and kiss the back of your neck

And say “thank you”

You roll over to be face to face

I break eye contact to admire your body… and bring my eyes back to yours

Never breaking eye contact i take a deep breath in and exhale

My eyes become more sincere

You see my truthfulness b4 i say a word

I smile (as you always make me do)

And say…

“Thank you for sharing your pleasures with me.”

I swear whatever exists beyond this life can be seen - in glimpses - in your pleasures

Eyes

Smile

Voice

Body

Mmmm…!

I love your language

-the end

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pati3ntwo1f (04272023)

Statement of Intent

You okay if I take some of that weight on my shoulders and I intent-fully commit myself to your honest expression - as a form of homage to self, respect, recognition, reverence, release, restructure, renew, reenergize, … and potentially so many other plusses that there can be no minus….? May I? Yes?

Statement of My Intentions:

I intend to not pressure but be an available reminder. I intend to not burden but to ease. I intend to not limit or define or expect. I intend to accompany, to balance, to provide presence and mutuality. I intend to do more by doing less. I intend to serve and not be served. I intend to stand in the gaps where i fit and be a reinforcing echo of your own intentions. I intend to be weightless but felt as support, safety, encouragement, reassurance. I intend to be complimentary and accepting of you as you are, however you are, wherever you are (in mind or spirit or emotion) at any given time.

- pati3ntwo1f (080322)

In Ways…

I Love You, too

In ways i feel and are still hard to explain

(Smile) I just said hard to explain - haha…

It is on the fringe of what i’ve known (experienced)

Often one love is an accumulation of all the loves one can mimic from experiences of receiving them…

Then there is the “intent filled love” often spawned from one’s recognition and will for something different/deeper/wider/enveloping/freeing/more…

Then after that is the comfortably imagined.. the beginning of “not possible” or “that’s just emotional romantics” or “only in books or movies or poems” or even “beyond (me/us/this lifetime/possibility/deservedness)…

I Love You there! … and bravely desiring the beyond,

Into the unknown vacuum of Our Nature, Our emotional ecosystem, Our science, spirit and wonder… naturally creatively creating Our Love…

Our Loving…

Countless…

In (Our) Ways…!

-pati3ntwo1f (060222)

While Listening to https://youtu.be/R7a6sr45YmE

While listening to ‘It’s You’

If we were to only get 9 minutes … this lifetime… only 9 minutes more of each other… I would spend 8 minutes and 29 seconds making this song our immediate reality, this rhythm the metronome to our hearts intertwining dance, these chords as emotional fireworks bursting in the splendor and beauty of our chemistry…

… and enjoying all else we give freely to each other…

And the last 31 seconds… I will spend holding you with endless intent, and infinite presence, and present purpose … and repeatedly whisper these words - gently grazing your lips with mine as I repeat -

“I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime. I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime. I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime.”

… until I’ve exhausted each fraction of our 9 minutes, …

and with your scent in my nose, your taste on my tongue, your voice in my ear, your aura in my sights, and your unmistakable energy surging over my flesh… I will begin my way back to you… again, and again, and again.

-Pati3ntWo1f (02082022)

The thoughts that explode like thunder and crackle down paths of thoroughness as meticulous and effortless and natural as lightning’s dance…

Our heat generates wind in this cold world, thus storms follow… however they are often misunderstood… for what is of nature is of nurture… and our innate nature is to nurture.

And we do… boldly, bravely, beautifully, bountifully…

Brutally…

Not in violence but sacrifice.

Cost is simply a question of what one is willing to give and …

I Give All To and For My Muse;

Thus we breeze and bellow and blow houses down, we mist and sprinkle and rain and pour and flash flood, we warm and bathe and tan and bake and scorch and smolder…

We still and babble and flow and splash and whirl and current and rapid and waterfall…

We speak without words and converse without hearing… we’ve evolved communication to a beyond, and then back to simplicity.

Seeing you was a novel with no title or chapters or page numbers or order - just worlds of words already known, and attachments of “if spoken or not”; welcoming me to unravel - now - what i’ve already know and grown to love…

Hearing you is the life of the imaginative mind, well prompted and eager to delve, connect, betroth, and ascend, … explorative and fanciful, detailed and connotative, genuine and beholding… our amplify, our soundtrack, our praise, our outcry, expression, our honesty, our pleasure…

Inhaling the nostalgia of times felt, but not readily known, the total body calming recognition of your essential bodily oils scent… the riveting, compelling, memorable, convincing, time bending accelerant that is “smells of you”… its welcoming, identity, intoxicating influence on all my other senses, its air - its 2nd to oxygen… its mix-ability, how it blends, transforms, transfixes with mine… how it evolves, elicits, enthralls and enchants as “ode de OURS”…

And Our Touch, our… feel, our gateway, our ascension, our vehicle, transponder, in-tune-ment, enhancement, limiter that we’ve made limitless - taking the most finite, transfixed, selfish of senses… and making it a vessel to the lost infinite, complimentary thus encompassing, selfless of the senses… our literal connection that bridges my energy to yours… and then we… hmmm… light up the sky and more…

Yet and still… tasting you is foreign and distant, reminiscent from your scent and vouched for by your touch and encouraged by the sight of you.. and although hearing falls deaf with pre-influence, it resounds and reverberates to be used as the result of… of my insatiability with tasting all of you…

Betwixt each kiss and lingering with each lick, enough within each suck and… Mmmmmm… sorry. Confidence within my Assurance is now lesser than the Eagerness propelling my Performance… my lightning dance, my natural nurture of you and us, my sacrifice, my smolder, my splash, my spoken or not, my outcry, my mix-ability, my energy to yours… the my in “Us”, the my in “Ours”, the my in “for you”…

And “We” still seem to exceed these enhanced basics, these connected selfishnesses, these overwhelming urges to reconnect and exist as we are… together & beyond

As…

We…

Are!

- Pati3ntWo1f (011122)

There is an intimacy with this picture that resounds beyond any caption than makes this a meme… something beyond the laymen’s assesment at first glace - of a welcomed dominant and submissive interaction.

There is the resolution of a conversation deep within both parties. A trust exercise. A confessional. An acknowledgement. A belief. A calculated risk. A relief. A resolve.

I’d dont want to dominate… i want to build/venture/explore with you… both first and foremost…. That said… i only imagine the wolf within my passion being expressed with you.

She replies: Allowing me to submit doesn't necessarily mean you have to dominate.. it allows me to be safe.

I reply: That’s why I love you.

- Pati3ntWo1f (12192021)