Gentle Swell I find the gentle curve of a neck visually irresistible The way it swoops do
Gentle Swell I find the gentle curve of a neck visually irresistible The way it swoops downwards from the chin, a desperately sharp incline that suddenly mellows out into that beautiful delicacy, the windpipe surrounded by soft lines, tendons and muscles and skin, before being stemmed into the equally delicate base of the collar bones. It’s a hard thing not to indulge, mostly because of all the things that are running through my mind like a ticker tape parade, each word another float, another jubilant celebration of sadism and all the darkly amusing things I’d like to do to such a pretty throat. You cant your head to the side and a whole new suite of muscles are brought into sharp relief, and my thoughts divert down the path of all the things that would look fitting on such a lovely neck. The things that could surround it, leash it, collar it. From chokers to ties, rope to collars. Leather, lace, and everything in between. A neck makes a pretty focal point, not least because it manages to manifest all the emotions that run through your mind in the midst of your most aroused moments. You mentally constrict, your mind balling up into a tight wad of lust and sex, and my thumb presses down hard on your windpipe, cutting off your airflow and forcing you to writhe just a little bit harder. It’s a button, an immediacy of control that I can’t help but push. I don’t want to strangle you, don’t make that mistake. It’s not about putting you in danger, or even making you feel like you are. Trust throbs at the very heart of things, and instead it’s about the knowledge of vulnerability it imbues, the idea that perhaps you are at my mercy, and that’s exactly where you want to be. A little deprivation with your deviation, if you please. -- source link
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