I love this moment; when submission has already been granted, and control already taken. And yet there is a necessary pause. A break in the continuum of the night from our vanilla selves to the darkly sensing beings we are to become. A time to absorb and savor. Breathing in each other’s essence. Drawing upon each other’s power. A pause to marvel at the aura of beauty, sensuality and need glowing ever brighter between us. Each passing second of inaction only serving to heighten our awareness, our power, our craving. Winding the clock spring ever tighter toward its inevitable breaking point. That point where we unleash the full fury of the power that is us.
But just now, for what seems like an eternity, we revel in the mounting tension.
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