…it doesn’t matter if it lasts for only one week, eighteen months, or for forty years - love is love…
You are such a good girl… all this from some filthy thoughts of us - it is why I adore you so…
I love it when you kiss me with such force, such want, like I am your last meal x
It would seem the more time apart from my love… The more my love grows.
I cannot wait for the day our love can grow together…
“Bondage isn’t about sex or nudity, it is about the art of restraint. Each knot is act of love, an art form in and of itself. Your subject becomes a work of art. Your ropes yield the answer to what your heart desires. Restraint, submission, obedience. the phrases mean nothing without the participation of another person. The image is empty if they are unwilling with take part in your craft. It is only through a mutual endeavour that you will find what is truly beautiful in your work.”….I’ve never felt so safe than when I am bound by you - Yours x
“It would be easier if you were here. The words we’ve shared created this utopia of mutual affection and emotional warmth. But there’s something so completely irreplaceable that comes in the form of physical comfort…no amount of words can soothe my soul more than a hand through my hair…as if there’s no feeling more natural than your body next to mine…nothing more homely than the beating of your heart. I want to see your every display of affection and disgust…I want to be with you in every moment, through it all. Fill my void.”