Random Dirty Diary Thoughts...

It's funny what you find when a sheet of paper you don't recognize slides onto the floor...      
     
I tried, but there’s no escaping emotions.      
     
I think you’re afraid of me talking you into doing something you already want to do.      
     
There’s something about the look in a man’s eyes when his approval and desire are made known.      
     
He had command of my body. I immediately became submissive when he was above me, looking into the depths of my eyes.      
     
What’s a girl supposed to do when she falls in love?
Open her heart, and her legs…      
     
I want to make nasty love, dirty love like we did tonight and then have you walk away and come back again.      
     
We made arrangements...      
no commitment      
no lies      
no expectations      
I knew I could handle this, the non-commitment, the truth in our embrace.      
     
Close your eyes and imagine...      
every minute      
every second      
every breath      
It all had to be special.      
     
When he was here, nothing else mattered except him. The taste, feel and experience of him lit up my desires and nothing was ever the same again. The mysteries of us unfolded right in front of me.      
     
There were mirrors all around me. He told me to turn around and I felt his breath on my neck, his lips trailing along my shoulders. His hands slid down my sides to my hips as he pulled me close. Back to chest, he engulfed me in his arms and my knees buckled slightly. At that precise moment, he pulled down my leggings and bent me forward. The thrust caught me off guard and my hands reached out to the mirrors. I couldn’t help myself. I needed more. As I backed into him, he plunged deeper, releasing the ache inside me. All that mattered were his guttural groans against my back. I wanted him to lose control and join me at the edge of need.      
     
I was intrigued by the illusion of danger in swinging. I wanted nights of passion and sweat, only to walk away, and then return for more. I don’t know what excited me most. The temptation or the nameless faces and bodies. I made the rules and I could stop at any time. I just didn't.      
     
He had nicknames for me. His favorites were “Obedient “ and “Outfits.” He wanted to collar me until he realized he couldn't control me.