My Kidnapper

You've unwillingly taken me, and I've willingly given myself completely to you. I don't know what you did, or how you did it, but you've captured me and I will never leave.

It was all so unplanned, so sudden. You are a mystery to me. This kind stranger, with soft eyes, soft hands, and yet there's so much I can't see. Everyday I hope to discover more. Who are you? Why have you taken me? Where are we going?

When you leave me, I crave you. My mind fills with pointless distractions, the "real world" crashes in on this lovely dream that's you and me. But I know what's real, what matters, what's important. Sometimes, it feels like I'm just counting the minutes until you come through that door; they creep by slowly and torturously. Sometimes, days pass and when I finally see you I can breathe again, I feel again, and the world is centered and right.

You are my addiction, I love you and I hate you. No, I could never hate you. I can try. I can try and tell myself I'm better with out you. I can think that nothing lasts forever and it's human nature to get bored and uninterested in things. But, that's not my voice, that's the voice of fear. Fear, that you will find out everything I am and be disappointed. Fear that I will never be as strong or as determined as I know I should be. Fear… of losing the thing I love.

Love. Lust? What's the difference?

When we walk through the city together, my heart skips ahead. Love is when you tell me I'm beautiful and I know you aren't just seeing what's on the outside. You give me gratitude, and motivation, encouragement when I need it. You fix me when I'm broken, and you make me laugh when the world tries to steal my smile. Your thoughts are an aphrodisiac. A man with a working brain and a working cock is so hard to find. But, you're mine. I can't believe you're mine. I get lost looking at the way your muscles flow together, creating such a beautiful creature. I am hypnotized when you look at me, into me. And when you wrap me in your strong arms, my body melts.

My body. Your body. I'm yours. The things that you do, the way you make my body respond to your touch is overwhelming and exhilarating. You feel so perfect inside of me, in every hole. I love sucking your perfect cock and feeling it slide in and out of my throat, just enjoying how delicious my treat is. Dessert before dinner, that's how it always should be. Between my legs I can feel my flesh get hotter and wet, preparing for that wonderful hard dick to slide into my juicy hole. The more you make me wait the more I want it, the wetter I get. You lick me, and tease me with your tongue. My own cum drips out over-flowing, and trickles down my leg. Animalistic urges force me to submit, to beg you for what I want, to do anything to get that hard cock inside of me. My pussy wants to be filled with cum, your cum, my cum. When you finally give me what I need, body shakes, my pussy squeezes your dick harder and harder until I orgasm and cum all over you. But you're not done with me, you like to enjoy me. You like to make it last, and make me cum over and over again. I think your addicted that feeling. I'm not complaining. I love feeling you as far as you can go, deep inside, the weight of your body, your skin moist with sweat. And when I ask for it, I love the way you hurt me. You know what I like and what I want and I trust you completely. When I know you're about to give me your hot mess that I've worked so hard for, I am sad and happy. Happy because it feels so good when you bang me hard and intensely, I can feel you getting closer and closer. I'm sad because I never want it to end, I don't want to leave the dream.

But the "real world" always comes knocking at the door. In this city of illusion and smoke, I found you, my white dog. You are a gift. You're the yin to my yang. You've stolen my heart and body completely.

To my lover, best friend, and partner in crime.

[This post is a part of Fleshbot's Lily LaBeau Week. Photo courtesy of X-Art.]