Wince

Wince

I waited

Hungry for his arrival

I wanted

His strong, heavy hand

I accepted

His purposeful tormenting delay

Soft came his knock

Moistening my need

Quickening my heart

The bright of day

And clear blue sky

Broke the fog of lust

Just for a moment

When I opened

My door

Then I saw his face

His half smile

The fire in his eyes

And fell back into desire

He stepped in

Shut the door

Asking

If I was a good girl

Nodding my head

I said yes

Holding out my eventual reward

He laughed

Deep and wanting

Grabbing my wrist

Pulling me towards him

My naked flesh

Pressed against his thick

Button up shirt

Drove me wild

With want

He spun me around

Bent me over

And gave in

I winced

With the first smack

And excitedly

Readied myself

For the next 

Thomas Aiden