precious as the air i breathe…

maxwell pulled my collar, restricting my breathing with each tug. like he was taking away the preciousness of life, and returning it when he saw fit. his gift to me.

maxine was pressed against my hips, filling me up. her gift to me.

and i lay there, on my stomach, with every inch of my skin pressed against leather and latex. my wrists cuffed and bound with chains that let out a soft twinkling every time maxine pushed. my vision, breathing, and hearing all constricted by the mask.

my eyes rolled back in my head, my brain rushed with endorphins, within minutes i was floating. hovering in my slick black cloud.

maxwell put his hand over my mask, completely taking my air this time. my eyes jolted open and i came crashing hard back to reality. i quietly thanked him.

maxine pushed even harder, pulling me close. my back arched and i let out a precious moan. i quietly thanked her.

i dropped to the bed, they let go of me. i laid there helpless, watching maxwell lick maxine.

i quietly thanked them.

~ by kansas on December 6, 2008.