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jesi -> Pleasing Him (9/25/2005 3:43:05 AM)
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Slowly, I slip out the door. I tiptoe silently down the back stairs, through the wet grass, creeping through the darkness. I stand racked by fear and shame. Then, for He has told me to, I step into the light. It is here in this light I realize who I truly am. A slut of the lowest level. My mind rejects this thought even as my soul embraces it. I relax and slowly accept this truth. I kneel. I feel the wet grass, cold under my knees. It reaches up rubbing my legs inviting me to humble myself in it. The breeze blows, my nipples harden. My mind plays tricks on me. I see someone. No, it is only a shadow. On all fours like an animal I slowly start to touch myself. The fear of someone watching, the wondering of what would they think, lingers in the back of my mind.
My senses heighten, I can feel each blade of grass, the wet dirt sticking to my body. I hear minute noises in the distance, my eyes strain to see beyond the light, into the darkness, wondering always wondering. I can hear each breath I take, the soft gasps I make as my body reacts to each sensation. I focus on the sensation and then I feel Him. He stands, watching my devotion to Him. He is pleased with my obedience. Slut, I hear Him say. Whore. Bitch. I accept this is what I truly am. I rest assured with the peace this brings to my soul. I feel His eyes probing me, watching each movement, sensing my emotions. My body slowly starts to move, fucking an invisible person. I crave to be filled, to feel the touch.
I hang, suspended in the moment, the feeling, the sensations ebb and flow as I wait. I wait for what seems like an eternity. My body aches for release and still I wait. Gasping with each touch, shuddering with each sensation, wondering how long do I have to wait. I think of how many minutes may have gone by, it's never enough. Time creeps by, each second an eternity. Finally I hear Him speak. Cum slut He says. Cum you dirty whore, show your true self. Sensations shudder through me, I try but can't contain my cries. My body shakes and I float on a cloud of sensation. I feel the freedom He gives me. Slowly, I stand. I feel the dirt in my hair and sticking to my body. I glory in the sensation. I step out into the darkness, knowing He is well pleased.
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