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with hunger
     
    He kissed my lips
    I realized what He was, what we were
    A pinch of my nipple
    A finger slipped inside
    And my soul melded with His
     
    He removed my gown
    I waited with breathless anticipation
    A slap across my ass
    A rope in His hand
    And my will became His alone
     
    He tied me down
    I winced from the rapture of pain
    A whip that was wielded
    A promise of trust
    And my belief became real
     
    He slid inside
    I moaned from the blissful ecstasy
    A moment of pleasure
    A becoming of myself
    And my trust was complete
     
    He came deep within
    I succumbed to the man, my Master
    A new beginning
    A final release
    And my body became His

Acceptance
     
    Friday morning dawned stormy and somehow the ugly clouds did little to dampen her mood. Sighing, Jessie was already on her second cup of coffee and knew the last thing she needed was more caffeine. She hadn’t slept well at all from excitement surging through her. Thank God she’d taken a few days off of work to be by herself, to adjust to what might…no was going to happen. Groaning, she bit her lower lip and shook her head over and over again as she tried to rationalize every thought , every dream, every conversation she’d had with Luke over the last weeks and months . Long nights they’d talked on the phone or shared a bottle of wine and intellectual and very frank conversations. The sharing had been the best part, the learning and the growing together as a couple. Correction, as a very unconventional couple. Oh well. She loved where they were going and last night’s discussion was par for the course.
    Laughing softly, she slid the tip of her finger back and forth across her mouth remembering their very heated conversation late into the night. Swallowing hard, she eased her hand into the bodice of her dress, flicking her finger back and forth across her nipple. Then she remembered what he’d told her about self pleasuring – not unless she asked permission. Shivering, Jessie pulled her hand out and sat staring at her fingers. “Whew.” There was no doubt he’d tested her with little things to understand her level of commitment. So far she’d passed them, or at least she thought. He was at times a tough task master but very fair and more than loving. He was also a romantic at heart and wanted her to want him. They would no doubt bring a third into their bed at some point, given what they both enjoyed, but he was to be her man period. Luke was more than man enough. Somehow Jessie knew the ugly incident the night in the club was still between them , as if he hadn’t quite forgiven her. How could he? She couldn’t forgive herself.
    Just thinking about him coming over the next night was enough to make her head spin. There was so much to do from getting the house ready to figuring out what she was going to make for dinner. Not that food was going to matter, at least to her. Eyeing the journal, she sighe d as she re read the last few entries. One in particular caught her eye and seemed particularly telling.
     
    I’ve never met a man who reminded me in such simple ways what kind of a woman I am and in truth what kind of a woman I could be. He has no need for harsh words or false truths. I find myself needing to learn more, wanting more and yet he continues to tell me I’m not ready yet, that my journey is only in mid-process. While I understand what he’s saying, I want so much more already.
    Every discussion, every desire building in me is something so unexpected and yet I cringe when he sighs in disappointment and shiver when he praises me. When I told him I loved him I was surprised how emotional the moment was. I always told myself I couldn’t love anyone, not completely and without reservation , but I was wrong. I know they’re just words but for some reason they’re very important to both of us. When he said them back to me I was in awe. Isn’t that silly? I don’t know. At my age you’d think I knew better. I like being a little bit girlie