Sweet Rain

Submit.
Surrender.

As never before.
As nature intended.

To obey His desires.
To kneel for His pleasure.

I was afraid.
I was empowered.

Hot.
Erotic.

That sweet rain.
It poured over my skin.

Coating heavy breasts.
Running slick down creamy thighs.

I was beautiful.
I was dirty.

Intimate.
Primal.

Sanity lost in the torrent.
The scent enveloping me.

My mouth open to taste.
Drops fell from my lips.

I was the prized possession.
I was unworthy of consideration.

Darkness.
Madness.

Shame slid away.
Pleasure flooded my soul.

Pride that I was chosen.
Hunger for more.

I was precious.
I was beneath notice.

Claimed.
Owned.

Washed pure.
No other's scent or touch.

Total acceptance of my fate.
Baptized in sweet rain.

I was a princess.
I was a filthy fuckwhore.

I was His.