Craving

Carpet I kneel on
hands between my shoulders pushing
smell of the blanke
tarms stretched out to thier limit
softness of cuffs
sounds of whip being retrieved
the smell and sound of the leather
the waiting anticipation
holding my breath
feel of the whip across my skin
smoothly, softly across my skin
wanting more
harder and harder
barely moving
crying gasping with each lash
feel of her skin against my back
soft breath and kisses against my neck and face
longing for the softness