One year down....forever to go

Today has been a bitter-sweet day, I've reflected on different things I've learnt in the past year, about myself, about other people. I've always been able to put things neatly into their boxes, one thing not affecting the other; opening the boxes a little bit when needed just to maintain balance or at least a façade of it.
I always felt this was not a loss I will get over, always felt I'd never survive it. That's been about right, I haven't, not quite...but I'm still breathing. I felt I'd be in a different place right now since I kept breathing I'd be able to box it somewhere and put it in a corner. I still can't decide if I'm worse or just different.
The acceptance has been something; that it wouldn't get better more manageable, sure but not better. There are bearable days, many of them and days just filled with despair. This is a 'permanent state of affairs.

I see the question in people's eyes, in the tone of their voices. They forget, want you to be ok for their comfort..want you to snap out it. And I just want to tell them to accept, the way I have accepted. Accept it or leave my life, "the day I stop grieving is the day I stop breathing"*


*Inspired by something I read earlier in the week


(and back to the regular scheduled program very soon)

Over His Knee*

I take off my clothes and lay across his lap

I know there's no need to count tonight

He'll stop when he knows I'm satisfied

And will reward me with love and adoration

No more thinking on my part

As I go over his knees

*Over My Knee -Steven J. Cavenaugh

The Thought

The thought turned her on

Thought of that hardness

Rammed in to the hilt

The tightness, the tension

The pleasure, the pressure

Heightened senses, stretching of skin

Slowly and softly

Pushing within

she opens up, accepts him

The hunger takes over

She sucks him in, her body rocks

All of him she is taking

That pleasurable grunt

The tightness flexing

Pulling him in

The feeling explosive

Flushed full of sin

His fingers are squeezing and rubbing that spot

The orgasm building

Pushing deep, moving faster

Just don’t stop she asks

Back arches deeply

She rides tumultuous waves

Hardness pushing into her

Her body is heated, fast rapid breathing and

Light of the head, the sensation lingers

Her body then stiffens

She pushes back hard

The cock thrusts in further

The whole nine yards

She gushes hot liquid as the orgasm hits

He roars with feeling, biting hard on her

withdrawing his manhood

He shoots from his eye

The white pearly milk

Showering her body

With his sweet sticky spunk

Breathless together

Every thought a thread of excitement

 

Sultry Sunday

So this morning I woke up wondering what it'll be like spread out in front of you
Naked, face down; you spanking my ass....lightly first , then harder
My pussy getting wet as the slaps get harder
Me biting down on the sheets to stop from being too loud
Your finger in me, in and out while you keep spanking me
Then you start to smack my pussy....driving me crazy
Alternating between fingering me, smacking my pussy and spanking my ass
And just as I'm about to cum, you put your mouth over my lower lips
Use your tongue to fuck me, graze your teeth over my clit
Sending me over the edge, holding me steady and drinking me all in
As I come don from my high, you flip me over and move up on me
Using your dick to tease my lips as I flick my tongue over the head
You feed your dick into my open mouth
Pushing it in slowly first, then moving it faster, harder
You steadily fuck my mouth...going in deeper, fucking my throat
Holding my head in place as you release in my mouth and I sallow all you've got

I lie here wondering, smiling & getting wet at the thought

Rush Hour

More people pile into the packed train, trying to fit, making it a tight squeeze
Bodies pushing into each other, fresh and stale scents mingling,
the unique odour of the morning rush
Pushed by those still trying to get in, I'm pressed harder into the body behind me
I mumble an apology unable to turn and a hear a deep voice in acknowledgement
The train jolts and I fall back into him some more, we laugh together as I try to get my balance
His hands hold me by the waist to keep me steady but then they linger, moving down my skirt
He slides it lower over my ass to the hem lifting it to the tops of my lace stockings
Lightly running his fingers at the top of my thighs, he traces circles on my thighs moving up higher
I gasp as he starts to stroke me through my panties
My legs part as his finger slides along my covered slit, my wetness soaking through
He tugs my panties to the side and allows his fingers trace along my fold
His finger dance between my wet lips and soft-haired mound
The train stops abruptly at the next stop causing his finger to sink in more deeply inside
He holds it there, not moving keeping me on the brink
Some passengers step out to the platform and more get on the train
I briefly wonder if they can smell me, if they know what is happening beneath my skirt
I concentrate to keep my face neutral to not sigh, not let out a moan
The train starts to move again and the finger in me begins it's play
Dipping slowly in and out, a little deeper still while his thumb start to tease my clit
My hips start to rotate, grinding gently against him, my walls closing in around his finger
He doesn't slow down, his finger twisting and probing,thumb stroking rhythmically
My fists clench on the pole I have been holding onto for support as the train speedily through a tunnel
Trying to keep steady my breathing hastens, body tenses as I find my release
Outwardly quiet but intense explosion in my head, vision blurring as I fall over the edge and into orgasm
He taps gently against my mound as I come down pulling out and leaving me empty
He cleans my juices off rubbing his fingers on my thighs letting my skirt fall into its right place
The train rolls into the next stop, my destination, slowing down as it comes to a stop
I adjust the bag hanging on my shoulder and smile as he whispers, "So, same time tomorrow?"
"Of course", I reply with a smile, "the 08:07 to Bank" and I step on to the platform.

Seduction Of The Mind*

The seduction of one's mind can take time
Like an artist with a brush
Creating not art but passion-filled lust

Seduction of the mind can be a great game
The goal of which to light passions great flame
To fill the mind with great desire
to dance within passions great fire

When seduction of the mind comes first
It can release passion with a burst
Setting lovers free to explore
With their minds an open door

*found elsewhere

Hear My Words (Soundcloud)

So I decided to do a little extra something for those that enjoy reading me. With a little encouragement from a new friend I decided to post some audio on soundcloud. So you can listen to my voice as well as read them, this way you can take them anywhere with you. Most will be read by me but others are always welcome to read when they like. You can even have your own little guessing game about which voice is mine (at 1st it'll become more obvious later, I'm sure).

I will have the audio of several posts, if there is any in particular you want to hear let me know and I will try to oblige. It can even be your own little bedtime story ;).

So hear goes (2 audios so far): https://soundcloud.com/yve_olution

On My Knees

Anticipate