anticipation

theres something in the anticipation of an event that makes it all the more intoxicating. the event is coming, i'm waiting. hot waiting.

the event to come is a spanking. i love spanking. the absolution of it, the manliness of the man administering it, the discipline, the discipline, how hungry i am for discipline. make my bottom red like apple.

always i need to record the events, the candles tonight, he lit, his foreign beautiful mouth, tilting up towards mine, the animal in you sees the animal in me and we are conjoined! for a brief moment before we talk ourselves out of it no into it no out of it no into it we go to see whats in there but nothing but nothing reaches reaching fingertips. nothing reaches the yearning gaze. and so my ride home turned to appetizer as i sit here in heat in wait of a spanking, by a man i've never met to give me this punishment, that master large master i talk to in my sleep. you come to me through him and him, and sometimes him, but always in the end you come to me, spinning my yarns, making a beautiful fabric, surrender surrender into me, because i will quell your latent hunger with a need that out hungers your own.......

we're talking too much, just put it down, slowly... quietly, step away.