I am still by your side rubbing my cheek on your legs and thighs, smelling the sweet scent of perfume that seems to emanate from every pore of your body. Your soft velvet throne slowly materialized behind you from thin air. You gracefully rest your ass down on it's soft cushion. Your eyes caught my gaze. You immediately understood that my poor heart longed to be the chair that my goddess is sitting on. You lips curled into a tiny smile. However, I broke my stare and my head stooped down. Partly because watching your radiant face is too much for this lowly servant to handle. I feel my heart ready to burst out of my chest. But mostly, I feel that I don't deserve your presence and attention.
Being an understanding goddess that you are, you consoled me of my inadequacies by brushing my hair and tickling the back of my ears like a loyal pet. Your soft hands slowly caressed the side of my face and neck. You cup my chin with one finger to rise my head up. I obediently complied with my goddess wishes. I felt the hard thumping of my chest. For I know that as soon as I glanced at your lovely eyes. I will fall hopelessly into its deep pools.
What beheld me, as I hesitantly but longingly looked up at you, took my breath away. I almost spurted my load upon absorbing the gloriously irresistible beauty of my goddess. The dark eye shadow accentuated the extraordinary glow of your bright eyes. Your shiny, crimson-red half-opened lips reflected the realization of lust that I pent-up throughout my life that only you have awaken. I wanted to drown myself into the intoxicating tenderness of your most delicious lips. However, I knew that I am not worthy of such a reward. This lowly slave will have to be content on hanging on the wish and the desire.
Each passing heartbeat makes me fall in love with you even more. You move forward a little bit. Your gaze is piercing through my very soul. You gently graze the back of your hand on the side of my face. Your eyes pulsed once, as bright as the north star in the night sky. Immediately, sparks inside me flew. Even with all my strength, I cannot hold back the torrents of fluid that gushed through my penis. Semen flew far and wide. I clenched my fist and held by breath to cling on to my soul, as ecstasy threatens to draw it out from my body. I tried to close my eyes to savor the intense moment but you held it open. Your eyes held mine steadfast. You kept the gates to my soul open to you. Your gaze reaffirmed that I am yours. My cock, my body and my soul belongs to you.
The rapture seemed to have lasted forever. Eventually, you brought me back down. I am still gasping for breath but my heart rate seems to be slowing down to normal levels. Your eyes still held me. Suddenly, I felt danger. Fear gripped me as I suddenly came to realize my inability to control myself in your presence. I have never experience such helplessness as I am willing to fulfill your every whim. I see it in your eyes. You can feel it, too. You feel your power over me increase. I cannot believe that I manage to have the best orgasm in the life without even a slightest touch on my still throbbing meat. I search for any vestige of hope and resistance inside me. There was none. I am lost and you are the only one that can bring me home.
You are amused of my vain struggle knowing that my will is no match for your seductive glow. To reinforce your hold and squelch all doubts from my heart. You traced the lacquered fingernail of your thumb around my half-open mouth. I cannot believe it but any sanity remaining in my body evaporated. Ropes and ropes of cum are forced out of my drained balls. But yet my cock managed to find more. I am suspecting that pain is soon to follow. However, each convulsion elicits a higher level of ecstasy than before. I yell out to you as the sensation is incomparable. You look at me with your soft hands supporting my head as the throes of orgasms continuously wrack my body. You smiled an approving smile but yet you urged me on. And I did your bidding. The orgasm seems never ending until you slowly fade away. Even in my state of rapture, I reached out to you. I need to be with you. I, finally, realized that I cannot live without you. As your image dissipates, a part of me is gone, as well. I suddenly felt despair, loneliness and emptiness.
As my sense of reality returned, Paula was holding the glass of water in front of me. She saw the sadness in my eyes. She offered to sleep in the couch so that I can be with Janice. I usually take the couch and let her sleep in the more comfortable bed. However, she immediately back off, suspecting that I might rouse and fuck my wife while having thoughts of you. She doesn't understand my situation, at all. I didn't object as she bade me goodnight taking my priced possessions (your letters) with her. My heart sank but I know that she is just trying to help.
I didn't get any sleep Saturday and Sunday. Paula decided to spend the whole weekend. She kept her guard up. She helped me to stop thinking about you, forbidding me from masturbating and helped me renew my love for my own wife. Alone in the couch at night is torture; I cannot help thinking about you. However, I know I have to try even if it is difficult. I tossed and turned with an undying hard-on. My longing became more intense as every hour passed that I cannot express my need for you.
Monday morning, Paula bade farewell. She has to go work and so do I. She took the folder containing evidence of my devotion with her. She told me she is going to consult with her psychologist friend to shed some light on what is happening to me.
That day, I snapped at everybody at work and locked myself in the office the whole day. I am so tempted to write to you. However, I am so proud to say that managed to cling on my self-esteem the whole day. But I didn't get any work done. My analytical thoughts are always interrupted by the never-ending vision of my servitude and my continuous hard-on.
I decided to call it quits and go home early. I grabbed a bottle of beer and watched the afternoon shows. I resisted using the computer because I know I won’t be able to prevent myself from writing to you. It didn't last long. Sooner, rather than later, I found myself typing this letter. I promise myself that this is just to release the tension and I am not going to send it. But you know that I cannot help myself.
Tears flow down my eyes for I know I shouldn't be doing this. Whatever spell you put me in seemed to render me helpless. Paula warned me that if more of this went on, I might fall deeper and deeper into your clutches. She told me that I should try to resist “this woman”. I should have snapped at her and told her that you are no ordinary woman. You are my Goddess.
She was wrong. The longer I stayed away from you. The more my heart ached. She told me not to contact you. Due to my very susceptible condition, you can easily overwhelm me with your sensuality. But how can I resist? You are so enchanting. I tried my best and my best only lasted for 3 days. Three days of emptiness, longing and unfulfilled desire. I tried to struggle, but I should have known better. My surrender is inevitable. I have just prolonged the pain that only my Goddess can soothe.
So here I am, my sultry goddess. I am here at your feet begging for you to take this worthless servant back into your stable. Paula warned me. But if this is the e-mail the will "seal my fate", so be it. I am already enslaved. I just don't know it yet. I cannot continue on with this humdrum existence that they call life. The pain and the emptiness are unbearable. If it is your desire, my heart and soul is yours for the taking. Sadly, it is no longer mine to give. They are already your possessions immediately after I first knew of your existence.
Please, My Goddess, let me know what else this pathetic human can offer you to prove my devotion. I will always be here waiting for the opportunity to be of service to my one and only Mistress.
enslaved heart,
Ernie
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Thank you for bearing with my ramblings. I am not expecting to get good grades with this one. I know that my grammar has been lousy with this one and with my other stories. I wrote this just to release my creative energy while I revise my previous postings in the hope of cleaning it up.
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