daydream
Daydreams won’t stop. Not for me. Long ago, i gave up trying to fight them. i learned they are part of my creative process, and though i spent a great deal of time as a child being chastised for “having my head in the clouds,” it turns out, daydreaming has served me well.
You, stubborn man, show up often.
My favorite daydreams involve pain. Yours. Foolish of me. You’d read it on me long before i managed to hurt you, no matter my attempts to hide it beneath my always so poised exterior. You’d see it in my eyes, i know, and part of me wants you to see it.
i toy with scenarios, a tiny smile playing about my mouth, while i shop for groceries. i’d like to slap you, i think, but i’m not sure when. Right away, the moment i see you? Or do i savor the moment, drag it out, make myself wait? my smile widens. Both make me shiver with pleasure.
my mind curls deliciously around the event. my palm itches and my fingers twitch, just as though they can feel the sting of connection, the tingle that would follow. i can hear the sharp smacking sound. i can see your face change, see that you recognize what is happening a shade too late to stop it. Ohhhh … mmmm. It is so sexual, this daydream, and i moan.
There are always consequences, i know. my daydreams don’t go that far. Instead, they rewind and i revel again in the imprint of my palm on your cheek.
So pretty.
Well, I don’t quite know why, but this made me laugh … in appreciation, I assure you.
Beth ~
Thank you. It’s making me laugh, as well. Softly.
elise
Quite provoking.
elise — no. No, one wouldn’t want to be too loud with one’s glee …
sassy,
The post or the laughing?
Beth,
exactly.
elise
You dirty girl, you. I have a fondness for domina games in the grocery, as well.
Liras,
~laughing softly~ Oh, i don’t think my daydream has anything to do with being dominant. Quote the contrary.
Of course, that doesn’t make me NOT a dirty girl.
elise
The post certainly is provoking, the laughter merely fuel to the fire. Isn’t it a heady feeling, right before you poke the sleeping tiger with the stick?
You know you’re going to be “in big trouble” and that makes the temptation all the worse.
sassy ~
In this case, it isn’t the getting in trouble thing. It’s just that he so richly deserves it. Which won’t keep me from getting in trouble, of course.
elise
No matter their proclivities, foibles and faults, I thoroughly enjoy men, convinced that is as much their purpose for being as ours is for them to enjoy. Nevertheless, show me a male who doesn’t deserve a solid slap in the face or a heavy boot in the butt on occasion, and I’ll show you a long dead corpse…perhaps done in by a stiletto heel in the eye.
*laughs* at Kaz - AAAAAMEN.
And I love it, Elise. Very cute. *grin*
Kaz ~
Gracious. All i wanted to do was give him a slap, then pay up. Stiletto heel in the eye … ~impressed look~ That might make one’s heel all goopy.
Mellie ~
Thanks. ~laughing~ Cute, perhaps … but also foolish, eh?
elise
No, not foolish. I understand your intent perfectly. It’s a bit like provoking a big tiger, though, as long as you’re willing to suffer the consequences. But I imagine the consequences are what you’re looking for, eh? *grin*
Mellie ~
Mm. No. Not the consequences, in this case. There will likely not ever be a reaction or even an acknowledgement.
Which only makes me want to slap him harder. ~smile~
elise