SUBDUED
Written by Stephen    

It's 4:30 AM and you have just returned to me from your lover.
You're glowing,  proud of yourself and haughty.   I kneel before you
as you as you hoist your skirt above your waist.  Our  ritual.

In your smile, in the line of your mouth, is that a hint of
contempt?  It amuses you, I know, my  fascination with how he
ravishes your cunt, but I don't care, I've already dropped my eyes,
staring at how he marks you and leaves his presence known long after
you've slipped from his bed.  Your lips gape open, red and
glistening and his sperm oozes from you in frothy foam.  I feel
subdued.

And this is what I want to confess, just before I press my lips
against you to accept your offering, that I feel subdued by how
perfectly and passionately you and he fuck.

I feel subdued both in the meaning of being hushed, almost
reverential in the face of something awesome and majestic and also
in the meaning of being vanquished, conquered.

When you lay beneath him, kissing, your eyes locked together, his
thick cock stroking your fire.  He is fucking you so powerfully...
you give yourself to him completely, he possesses you utterly...

And I know that his cock then drives all memory of me from even the
furthest recess of your mind.  And I am excited, happy for you . . .
yet also subdued.

It excites me to admit to you that you have subdued me and subdue me
again and again, each time that you have him.
