Sweet T.

Tied in Trust Lay me down, where darkness meet candlelight, where silence waits to be broken by the sound of my breath catching on the edge of your command. Tie my wrists… not to restrain, but to let me fall freely into the place where I no longer lead, where I can let go of every mask I wear for the world, and just be yours. You loop the silk slowly, deliberate, like you’re writing your name on my skin. Each knot a vow… not of dominance, but of devotion. A promise spoken through the tender pull of tension. Your voice commands… not loud, not harsh, but deep, steady, threading into me like warmth through cold bones. “Don’t move.” And I don’t. Not because I can’t, but because I trust you more than gravity. I become the softest storm… thunder quiet in my veins, electric in my chest. Wild inside the stillness, like a tide held back by the moon. Blindfolded, I see more than ever. I feel the brush of your breath as it grazes my collarbone. I taste the closeness in the air between us. Every inch of skin more alive than I’ve ever known. You create slow circles just above where I ache, not touching, not yet… and the waiting becomes its own kind of pleasure. My body open, my heart racing, not in fear, but in craving… for your next word, your next move, your next mercy or delay. Because with you, even my surrender feels like power. Like I am not broken, but blooming. Like letting go was the bravest thing I could ever do. And in this place, where control becomes care, and silence speaks volumes, I find myself… not lost beneath you, but lifted…….