A love Letter to Sir

A Love Letter to Mister K

Dear Mister K,

For the time and sacrifice, I thank you. I cherish the stolen moments of pleasure, the brief intervals of just the two of us. I relish the feel of your firm hands and soft touches. Lips that roam and fingers that charm. I crave the silent stares full of passion and undisguised hunger. Yearn to hear the panting breathes of exertion and feel the snapping bite of discipline. You are my kite string, allowing me to soar, although keeping me safely tethered.

In the moments between I find myself smiling in memory of a tone of voice, a simple command. The words floating over me again, as they did when first spoken. Covering me with an invisible blanket that soothes and makes me feel bound and whole. The feeling of euphoria tempting me to follow you wherever you will go, and I am contented. You are my anchor on a turbulent sea.

During the night, I listen to the sound of your steady breathes and they remind me that you too are steady and strong, and if I have you, I have everything. The unconscious caresses and whispered words pour over me and relieve my fears and ignite my surrender. Unspoken wishes are revealed in your gaze. The sounds alive and robust with visions of a future and a past. You are my lantern on a dark path.

Your embrace holds me together in a world designed to tear everything apart. The time of no consequence but the impression of your arms lasts, echoing in the beating of my heart. Your courage gives me hope and makes me brave, driving me to be more, see more and make more. You are my blank slate in the chaos of imperfection.

For all the things you are, will be and have become, I love you, Sir.

For more writing form MrsK, see Submissive Journal.