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You’ll know the difference…. You’ll feel it.

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fuck her against the books, for god sake fuck her against the books

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Conditioning you to love smelling my cologne when I'm fucking you to the point where you're a horny mess when I wear it in public

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In silence let your pleasure scream furiously

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Spooning that turns into fingering that turns into sex pls thank u

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I need, so bad

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Mine

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“I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.”

— Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

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"Who's my pretty girl?" as she's choking on it and looking up at me

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A Different Way to Experience the Mindfulness Skills

Part 1

It's been one of those days. My anxiety is high, I can't slowdown my brain, everything feels like too much. He'll be home soon though.

I grab my collar from the box of toys in the bedroom, watching myself in the mirror as I slide it around my neck. I try to focus on the fur lining, how it feels on my skin, soft and warm. I pulled it a little tighter than usual, but it was hard to buckle it myself so it ended up loosening. I pulled it back, closing my eyes as my breathing is slightly cut off. I'll ask him to fix it, he'll know.

I stripped off my clothes and looked around the room, making sure it was ready. The lid of the toy box was off, the bed was clear of blankets and pillows, the head slightly elevated. The eagle straps that resided permanently underneath our mattress were on each corner of the light grey sheets.

I rubbed my knuckles together fast, a nervous habit, as I scanned the room again, and again. If I stand here too long, I won't be in position when he gets home. Forcing myself to walk away, I grabbed my leash from the dresser and walked naked out of the bedroom to the front door.

I could help but pace, unable to make myself stand still. Minutes passed but it felt like hours. Finally I heard his car pull up in the driveway. It helped to focus on this instructions.

Everyday, when I get home from work, I want you kneeling by the door, Princess.

I grabbed my small pillow from the entry table and set it on the ground, kneeling down with my head bowed, leash set on the ground in front of me. It was a challenge sitting still. My fingers tapped my knees in seemingly random patterns. Really it was a beat to a song in my head. Cheekbones by Arrows in Action. One of my new obsessions.

When I hear his key turn the lock, the click is so loud in my ear that I flinch. For the first time all day my brain goes quiet, hyperfocused on his movements as the door opens and he steps in. I feel his eyes on me, but he doesn't say anything. He takes his time opening and closing the door, knowing the prospect of being seen turns me on. As soon as the door closes, my tapping resumes. I watch his shoes, knowing he's taking off his jacket to hang it on the hook. Removing his keys and wallet from his pockets. I hear the metal clank against the table.

"Hello, kitten." His hand rests on top of my head, and I instantly relax. I let out a breath, my body shuddering.

"Rough day?"

I nod, speaking softly. "Yes."

He pauses for a moment, petting the top of my head until I melt and lean into his touch.

"Untie my shoes."

I immediately reach over and carefully untie his laces, making sure there aren't any knots. When they're loose, he raises his foot for me to slide one off, then the other. He slides them across the floor, out of the way.

"Hand me your leash."

I pick up the black leather strap, folding it and holding it out to him without raising my head. He waits, admiring the view.

When he takes it from me, he reaches down and lifts my chin so our eyes meet. My brain goes quiet again. It's that look in his eyes. Dominance, control, I know he'll take care of me.

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