Temperature's Rising

Temperature's RisingTemperature's Risingêtre éveilléCum for me…au réveilbête noireWelcome To Vagina!Food of LoveHours Before Dawnhttps://mrsfever.wordpress.com https://mrsfever.wordpress.com https://secure.gravatar.com/blavatar/fcab2a0bccc48f6f1113aa64363190f2?s=96&d=https%3A%2F%2Fs2.wp.com%2Fi%2Fbuttonw-com.png https://mrsfever.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/etre-eveille/ https://mrsfever.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/etre-eveille/ I come awake with a start – frozen in place, throat tight, heart pounding a rapid tattoo in my chest – to the roar of frustrated winds blustering against the night. I am cold. Disoriented. The t-shirt [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:32:17+00:00 October 30th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

être éveillé

I come awake with a start – frozen in place, throat tight, heart pounding a rapid tattoo in my chest – to the roar of frustrated winds blustering against the night. I am cold. Disoriented. The t-shirt I wear is twisted around my torso. My sheets are skewed, my pillows tossed, my legs tangled in [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:32:18+00:00 October 30th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Cum for me…

I am liquid slick, boiled down under the flame of your fingers. Molten, steamy. Slow burn reduction, simmering under your touch. I am raw senses and quivering heat, pinprick pleasure and delicious, dripping ache. On fire for you. I feel the grip of your fingertips on my hips, pulling me back against your swollen cock, [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:32:31+00:00 October 27th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

au réveil

The afternoon sun reaches through the windowpane, light-soaked rays stroking their fingertips over my sleep-warmed skin, caressing me through my quilted cocoon, coaxing me slowly awake. It takes me a while, I think to myself, as I hear his approaching movements against the background sounds of domestic hums; fluffing towels turn in the dryer while [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:32:57+00:00 October 25th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

bête noire

Limbs twined, my cheek to his chest, I inhale his skin between slowing heartbeats, kittening under his hand stroking my hair and nestling into the strength of his ember-warm embrace. My lashes flutter in a latent echo of endorphin trembles, and, stroking my fingertips over his torso, I ask… What are you afraid of? …even [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:33:03+00:00 October 22nd, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Welcome To Vagina!

No, not Virginia. Vagina. The state that is its own state flower. Or something. So:  Welcome to Vagina!  I’ll be your tour guide.  And before you ask:  NO, there will be no free rides through the Tunnel of Love today.  Also:  I hope you brought your raincoats. ‘Kaysooo… Every now and then I get befuddling [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:33:23+00:00 October 14th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Food of Love

He crawls on shaking limbs to arrange himself alongside me, trembling from the force of his release. I can feel his heartbeat thudding through his ribcage, the thrum of it echoing in the veins of his arm draped over me, and I soothe the staccato rapidity with half-note hums and quarter note breaths, stroking my [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:33:23+00:00 October 12th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Hours Before Dawn

Blue-black visions swim against my eyelids as I swim to consciousness, fingertips dipping beneath my waistband in somnambulent insistence, trailing fire against sensitive flesh, seeking sweet relief. I am slick. Hot. Swollen. My fevered skin aches, the barest air bruising me with its caress, my nipples prickling at the assault, begging for your mouth. I [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:33:26+00:00 October 8th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Hot Ashes For Trees

Gilmour says he’s moved on; so too should we. So appropriate the name of David, I think. Love is a Goliath, and I am a stone’s throw away, watching, waiting, while singed memories rise in woodsmoke song streaking through low fog, and the lyrical liquidity is a balm to my charred heart, aching – from and [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:33:32+00:00 October 6th, 2015|The Suburban Domme|0 Comments

Not a warm fuzzy…..

But what’s new? These here Burbs…… Ain’t about…….warm and fuzzy. You want warm and fuzzy… I’ll loan you my cushy floor length V.S. robe and Bugs Bunny slippers to wear and a shot Jack to warm your tummy. Welcome to the counter point cul de sac. Note:It’s not a tarp.It’s not a dead end.It is [...]

By | 2017-04-21T14:34:44+00:00 March 11th, 2015|Dommes, The Suburban Domme|0 Comments