Lactation & Leather

Two weeks of whispers across a screen,
Unveiled a hunger, fierce and unseen.
Two worlds collided in a single spark,
Finding safe harbor within the dark.
​Beneath the leather, the ties, the control,
Flowed a deeper warmth that bound the soul.
With every drop, the tides began to swell,
A liquid promise under passion’s spell.
​Weekly sanctuary, a sacred space,
Where breath meets skin in a warm embrace.
Restrained yet helpless, surrendered to touch,
Wanting so little, yet craving so much.
​From laughter and feast to the quiet night,
To the aching pull in the soft dim light.
Latching closely as the currents run deep,
Secrets of the heart that the shadows keep.
​Bound by our nature, locked in the flow,
A wild indulgence where only we go.
A hunger fed, yet constantly newly begun…
​To be continued…