Dark Pain

The Darkened Vaulted Revelations

No one wants to see their ex prosper while they languish in agony. However, there is a social script for that and one knows how to navigate wisely beyond the petty. We leave the ex to be someone else’s mess. But. In situations where the relationship is not broken, there is the prospect of carrying on. However, there are feelings that get squished and feel agonizing pain.

Even if the resurrection process happened as it should have, feelings take a while to catch up to the present moment. Some call it “make-up sex”. Others call it “let’s move on and forget”.

Dark hunger to make up for the lost time. Famished by the absence of your honey drips. Looking to drink one’s fill. There is this survival level pain to rush and regain what was lost in the vault.

Your lingering sass. Your testing the waters to see if I won’t vanish back into the vault causes me to have to wait. Maybe we’re out in public and it’s not safe to take your clothing off with haste. However, the squeezing of my gut, wrenched in desire, pulls on my abs demanding I pull you closer. Fingers probing, searching, making you giggle, ramping up the sizzle.

We’ve made it past the separation but the closeness is not enough. Unable to make up my mind if it’s the leather straps or pine wood board, my eyes rests on the plexiglass. You’re thinking candle light meal, I’m thinking of you on the table as my meal. You’re thinking of a walk on the beach, I’m thinking of walking my fingers places that make you blush.

Civility hurts. The self imposed restraints is not without is annoyances. I want you. I need you. I have to have you now. But yet, I must wait. Just because I’ve escaped the clutches of my vault doesn’t change the fact you still want me to chase you and seduce you.

Like a wolf who’s been starved in the cold of Siberia, he can’t just unleash himself on the first sign of a meal. He must calculate, ignore the digestive growl, and let his eyes feast a bit before his strength renews itself. This waiting period… the darkest of pain… is necessary… as evil as that is… so that upon descending on you… nothing is left to waste.

Until that moment when you wander close to the forest, like Little Red Riding Hood, dressed to seduce in her black thigh highs with red rose welts, the wolf waits painfully patiently. He knows not to disrupt your concrete jungle hustle. You draw meaning and power from your dominance of other men. He waits calculating. Watching you slay the to-do list with ease.

Keep drawing on your confidence. Keep showing other women how the glass ceiling is broken. Show the world you’re the best there is. Keep on swaying your hips, causing numerous car crashes, for I see you move to your own rhythm.

In sweet delicious agony, I wait for you to put down your phone. Business all done, you’re now all alone on the path. Your seductive sheer blouse showing off your delicate corset. Your thoughts lost in the conquest of your victories, spoils of your dedicated focus. Unaware there is a score to play. When my fangs drop in to slay your alpha and bring out your submitted will… lifting you to new crescendos… as I renew in you strength to continue in your dominant ways.

But pardon me. When that moment comes. You will feel the wrath of my patience. The darkness will caress your highness. The forest walls will echo the symphonic hymns of pleasure as you lift your voice to the moon as my tongue thrusts mightily on the provisions of your sin.

Only then, with your legs securely wrapped around my head, hips shuttering to the rumblings of the earthquake shaking from withing… will you feel my need that has been darkened in pain from waiting.

Don’t worry. Before your heart feels any pain, my hands will come to rest and secure your ample bosoms. They don’t need to undulate unchecked when I bounce you… happily… with my hips. But if that’s not your speed, I got your needs covered, filling you with my seed as your rear smacks loudly against my hungry skin.

Even with all this pain of desire, the hunger clawing to have you to myself, there is an upside to this darkness. Just let me show you in the throws of bliss. Let me fill you until you’re satiated. It’s the power exchange we’ve been craving all day long.

The Vault

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