Sweat and Cicadas

I can hear them outside of my window, over the sounds of traffic.
The Cicadas singing their mating song in the Summer heat.

Sweat drips between my breasts.

Frogtied KneelingI tilt my head back and try to catch the nonexistent breeze from the window. The sweat is wetting my hair and gathering at my Collar. It continues to flow with gravity. Moisture is pooling around my armpits and along my arms where they are touching my body.  Another pool of sweat slicks between my inner thighs and behind my knees as I kneel with my ankles connected to my wrists.  The cuffs, themselves, are wet.

Sweat continues to bead along my upper lip as I wait in silence, only broken by the Cicada’s song.

If I am a lucky dievca, my Master will come to lick the sweat off my body and use me as he sees fit.

The Cicadas sing on.

Cicadas sing most actively in hot weather and do their most spirited singing during the hotter hours of a summer day, in a roughly 24 hour cycle. 


13 Comments on “Sweat and Cicadas”

  1. Pelelotus says:

    Steamy…. And noisy x

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    • dievca says:

      It’s been that hot…and this was inspired by the Cicadas I heard, last evening. I am always amazed that I can hear them clearly through the noises of the City. Reminds me of growing up and the approach of Summer’s end. A little bittersweet.

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  2. dievca, the kissing away of time by His mouth, your patience rewarded…lovely imagery this morning…much needed on a Monday!

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  3. jackiemallon says:

    This heat makes me fit to be tied too! 🙂

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  4. esther says:

    i choose no AC also…i have my trusty fan on, and my hands are already like ice on the lowest setting. spike is napping under the covers 😉 sweating from excellent sex, huh? yeah! xxx

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    • dievca says:

      I think the concrete of the buildings and the streets hold the heat in the City. It’s steaming and I am not cold with the fans. I would rather be sweaty with sex, too.

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  5. Right now, I wish. I’m wearing my leather jacket – in the office! – and having tea to warm up. Great Brussels weather, hmmm xxx

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    • dievca says:

      Lia, honestly? This is gross. They always say, “It’s not the heat, it is the humidity.” They are telling it true. You walk out the door and you are drenched (not from your shower…) I had to eat at M’s for the AC. (Not that I mind hanging out…) Sending some heat (but not the humidity). XO

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  6. Marty says:

    I hope you were a lucky dievca

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