Tie me up, bite me, be rough with me.
Make my body remember the feeling your presence.
Look into the green depths of my eyes see me for the vulnerable, emotional and honest being I am.
I do not need fixing, I am imperfectly complete.
Kiss me hard, be rough with me, let your fingers leave marks on my skin.
Taste the sweetness of the sweat on my skin, the softness of my belly and scent of my arousal.
The rope on my skin pulls tight, I feel held, confined and for once let my guard down.
There is a strength in being confined. Allowing someone else to bind my limbs, allowing my movement to be restricted.
There is power in submission, I am in control of the experience, consent is my magick wand, and my soul yearns for this intimacy.
I’ve been broken before but this body is pieces put together with a glue made strong with time, tested and abused, that has learned to love again.
Let the fire of passion in our bellies consume, let the water of intimacy flow between us.
Let the earthy grounding of trust connect us.
Let the air carry the moans of desire and sensual whisperings of consent and sweet boundary negotiations.
Let the stars shine down on this magick.
Let us cast spells with our power and connected energy.
This life is too short not to connect on a spiritual, mental, philosophical and physical level with those who’s magick is in the same language as yours… ♡
My Phoenix is rising, my free bird inside is shrieking with the maddening pleasure of this adventure called life…
looking out to the wolves, the owls, the pirate people…
the witches and fae spirited as we journey….
our paths cross, meet and the stars bring us together…
as I descend into sub-space I am grateful I live on more planes than just this earthly one.
Sub-space. My skin is alive like the feeling of velvet, I am conscious of every touch and sensation on my skin.
Pressure, tightness, tickle and softness, but at the same time I cannot tell where the sensation begins and ends.
My body ceases to be made up of parts, limbs, and organs.  I am a floating cloud, a hurricane, a storm, wild and free.
The animal in me roars, the sensation takes me some place, there is pain, there is pleasure, all I can feel is the adrenaline in my veins.
There is a pounding my chest as I bound across a wide open space in this other plane of existence.
Somehow being bound, my wildness is free, I transform into my magickal form, the pure free spirit.
In this sub-space I feel the wind blowing on my skin, freeing the cobwebs from my brain, bursting them off of my heart.
My skin is covered in glistening beads of excitement, my brow is damp, my cheeks red and flushed.
I breathe deeply, slowing my breath sinking deeper, leaving the confines of this body behind.
My body trust this experience as yours trusts mine.
I trust you to open the portal to other planes, be there guide my journey back as tenderly as you released the wild within me.
I am more familiar facilitating this for you, more than you facilitate this for me.
I am a natural giver and take so much pleasure in seeing the bliss on your face, watching emotions of vulnerability and ecstasy blowing over the pages of your face.
Unusually this time I am tied up, vulnerable, open, strong in my fragility – at the mercy of your trusted hand.
My fingers are at home with rope in them, creating magick and art work with rope. This time, my skin electrified bound in rope.
My skin bears the marks of our connection, lines and marks that speak of moments writhing in pleasure.
I feel a sense of decent, grounding and a returning of the consciousness of feeling in places I can once again identify as limbs.
A damp lock of hair touches my face.  The lines around my mouth twitch into a half cocked smile.
I inhale deeply as my consciousness returns to this plane, and as I breathe my body presses against the ropes that still bind me.
Your fingers run over the rope and tenderly touch the parts of my skin tested by the tension, tingling with extra sensations.
You grab the rope and pull on it.  My body has no choice but to move where you put me, and my eyes catch yours with a sassy glance.
The mischief in you wants to toy with me a little before your release me.
I am no hurry to escape but enjoy the game of resistance and submission we are playing with our eyes.
Your face is close to mine, I can feel the air of your breath caressing my skin.
You begin to unite me taking ever so sweetly all the time in the world.
The ropes have not yet released around my shoulders, but you have the end of a rope in your hand.
Tugging gentle at it, and tracing the end of it across my skin, already heightened with sensation overload, my eyes close over and I inhale sharply.
My breath quickens and behind the curtains of my eyelids I am again momentarily lost in the touch of your fingers on my skin.
My limbs feel the rush of blood as release and movement is gifted back to them.
My body relaxes limply back against your chest, feeling a rush of warmth and vulnerability.
The power to move has not yet returned, and you continue to untie me, running the rope over my skin as you release each bond.
Your body close to me, you arms reach around me as each knot loosens.
A tear escapes my eye, my feelings of gratitude, trust and vulnerability leaking out my tear ducts.
My body feels scared to be this open, like you could see right into the darkest corners, the deepest feelings of insecurity and laugh back at them.  But you don’t instead you whisper unintelligible sweetness in my ear. I catch the words “that was fun” said with that mischievous twinkle in your eye, that tells me you had your own journey of pleasure, animalistic desire and vulnerability that connected with mine.
My eyes catch yours back seeing for more. Where did you go, what did you see?
Did the wolf find the dappled sunlight in the river and chase it’s flow, feeling the cold stony river bed beneath it’s paws?
Did the owl find new heights, light in darker spaces a connection, a forrest of sweet fruits?
Did the pirate adventuring on the open seas of pleasure, sailing into uncharted waters of physical experience a new magick?
Did the witch find calm in the faerie world as we escaped, seeing peace, finding guidance from the animals that tumbled across the mossy banks as she walked along the river?
In my consciousness I return my inner child, curly hair bobbing about my face, no concepts of what was expected of me, the social expectations I was supposed to conform to.  It feels simple, loving, protected and safe in this world inside my head.
I inhale and breath in your scent, knowing this connection is our beautiful queer magick.
My heart warms sharing this gift with you, knowing there is no expectations from here.
Friendships cemented in trust, a sacred adventure, a memory created for the vaults of trust.
My face sinks into your neck, and we lay back into the ground beneath us, a gentle giggle and sigh of contentment escaping our mouths.
A shooting star flies through the stars above us, the universe glittering it’s starry diamonds back at us.
So many worlds to discover, touch and feel connected with..
I am blessed and my cup of love runneth over.
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