My Submissive

A chance meeting; circumstances improbable, leading to something beyond all imagination. From the first sight I knew deep within my soul, that she would be mine. Her dark chocolate hair and infinite, soulful eyes; black circles that could swallow a universe. Her smile, scared of what may be yet welcoming with desire. We kissed almost immediately, drawn together by forces unseen, deep and intimate, exploring one another erotically. The lightest touch sending fire through my very being. The connection was indisputable; our lives intertwined in moments, stars aligned to create an inseparable union; man and woman, Dominant and submissive. Hardly any time passes before our bodies again touch, in a way most intimate. I inside her. Over time our bond builds, grows, strengthens and encompasses us fully. Lust becomes desire, want becomes need; like becomes love. Forever connected as nature is to man we shall now and always be. I am her Master. She is my submissive. And together we are free. Warren Dec. 2014