Friday, November 25, 2016

Find peace, my love

There was a time
in the beginning of our relationship
when I thought it best we went our separate ways.

We talked about it over lunch
and Eric was surprised that he teared up at the thought of it.

We agreed to meet
and again, his eyes watered as emotions overcame him.

The third time we discussed it, Eric bought me a large leather journal
and we said I would fill it before we could talk again.
His eyes were filled with tears when we said goodbye
and I wrote for over two months,
never getting to the end of that book and giving in, promising never to be apart again.

Years have gone by
and this week, when Eric looks into my eyes
his fill with tears once more.

I've seen this before.
Eric does this when he is saying goodbye to someone he loves.
It catches him off guard
and he can't verbalize it
to himself
let alone, to me.

There is so much Eric isn't saying
and now he's gone
on a one man pilgrimage
searching for something
that he can't
or won't

I wait
my heart in my throat
while I silently plead with the universe
that while he's away
the answers come
so he can breathe
and find peace.

Find peace, my love.


Monday, November 21, 2016

The Collar

I cannot do this day justice.
There are not enough words in my vocabulary,
nor enough hours to take pencil to paper 
(keyboard to screen?)

Eric's birthday celebration
a leather collar
a long leather lead
"I will serve you" on the tip of my tongue

The unexpected:
pure, raw
unrestrained passion.

I thought there would be fear and resistance
He thought there would be more discipline

No disappointment on either side
but an intense sexual smoldering engulfed by moments of



I wake up
Wet in the place that you venture routinely
and you tell me "No, not yet"
so I roll over and silently tease the spot
that is missing your touch.

We've been holding off.
Building up to tomorrow,
a day we've discussed at length, planned and prepared for, dared to desire

Your birthday is the front seat
yet is taking the back
so your gift can wrap it's black leather body around the whole of my throat.
You've asked me to serve you
and I've chosen to submit;
a breathtaking opportunity for my mind to be clear and your intention secure.

My nipples harden and I roll back to you
tracing your lips with the moisture picked up on the tips of my fingers
from the secret dance on the opposite side of the bed.
You inhale and my scent fills your nostrils, a hard cock the dead give-away
that you too are filled with anticipation.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Lovin Our Lurkers 11

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Our Dear Lurkers,

It's been too long since I've written regularly and I wonder if you've quit checking on us, lost interest and have moved on.  Eric and I really needed this time to reconnect since he was gone for so long and we have, in ways I never thought possible.  Looking back at our first post, I recall the time I would never call him "Sir", believing an equal partnership did not provide space for submission beyond the occasional spanking. Although  I respected the servitude that others had in their relationships, I didn't see it's place in Eric51Amy49.  I was mistaken.

Monday Eric and I will celebrate his birthday.  He will put a collar around my throat for the first time and I will serve him.

Lurkers, this is a big step for us. Perhaps commenting is a big step for you.  Please do so. Encourage me to reach out and write as we go through this transition in our marriage and thank you for inspiring us to continue to grow and share over the past fourteen months.


LOVE my Lurkers!

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Sunday, November 6, 2016

When to Breathe

Just a girl
Waking under a siege of adrenaline dumps, anxiety and fear
It's 3 in the morning
What is wrong with me?

I carry on at work
Manage the finances
Care for a child
Empathy traps me in a world of pain

School keeps me busy
Writing papers, taking tests
It's close to the end
Does any of this matter to anyone but me?

like a swirling bees nest,
full of thoughts that won't settle down
I wish I could relax but I'm frantic, again

You meet me there,
blue eyes intently drilling my brain
Wooden rod in your hand,
determination on your face.

"Next time you question,"
your words are stern and true,
"Start with this. I LOVE YOU.
Now turn toward the wall."

Two strikes on the left
Four on the right
There will be marks this time
I spin and land in your arms

I'm crying
This doesn't happen. Ever.
We are out of time
You squeeze me tight enough that time disappears

The tears stop
Anxiety gone
Calm has returned
As you sketch a red heart on my ass

I apologize
for being so difficult to raise
I am grateful
for you in my life

I want to play and thrive
Drain the past and run forward with you
"Keep your eye on the prize"
The adventure between us is boundless

You are squared away
Confident and solid
I'm intrigued and in awe
Fascinated by you

Hold my hand
Share the fantasy
Experience passionately
Let me know when to breathe