Your Corset
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Posted:Jun 12, 2014 1:44 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2014 11:27 am
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Let me be your corset.
Let me wrap myself
completely
around you.
Feel all of me
fully embracing
all of you.
Let our lust filled passions
make your every breath,
heave.
Passion pulled so tight
it's a delicate
slow near suffocation
and all encompassing embrace.
Let me be
whatever color
your passion is right now
as long as I am around you
and you are against me.
Let me confine you
within my embrace.
Mold me to you.
That the temptation of desire
be hidden in plain sight.
The teasing promises of
what could be,
of sin yet fulfilled.
Feel me against your skin.
Let your movements
guide the way I brush
your soft flower petal skin.
Let the constant pressure
of my touch remind you
of the desire you stir
by simply being you.
Let me be your corset
so I can highlight
the beauty I see
to all eyes
that admire you.
Tighten me to you
as tight as you desire,
as constricted
as you can bear,
so we know
how precious
every shared breath
together is.
I want to feel
your bosom
pressed so close to me.
To be enraptured
by your bountiful beauty.
To be pulled so close
that I am smothered to you.
Feeling your heartbeat,
sharing all I have
having my desires so close.
Wanting our passions
to overflow
and surrender
to the decadence of you.
Let fingers encase you.
My cradling grip
firm and unwavering.
Let the Victorian propriety blush
in the sensual
erotic existence exuding
from the beauty
that is you
and such carnal wanton desire
you stir within me.
While I hold you
bind you,
know that having me this close,
when you gently pull one string
I will unravel
and be undone by you.
The two of us
fully exposed
to each other.
No boundaries
no restrictions
pressure released
pressure relived
pressure relieved.
Please I beg you
let me be your corset
and when you
can barely breath one more
passion strained breath,
pull the string.
Let us be free
to embrace
all that we can be.
Authors Note : I had planned on working on some stories I have started this week but I had this one super sexy image in my mind that took over my thoughts so I threw this together in 2 separate very brief writing session (even on ones day off there are always interruptions lol)
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A Tent, A Flogger and Honey Dipped Desire
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Posted:Jun 8, 2014 1:49 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2016 8:03 pm
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He put out the campfire,
taking good care
to spread the coals
and douse the ashes.
He stretched the minor aches
from his limbs
and made his way to the tent.
Crawling inside
he laid down beside her.
The mats and airbed
cushioned them
from not only the cold
but the firmness
of the ground below them.
She rolled over
on top of him.
“So...”
She paused
for not even
half a second,
just long enough
to let him feel
her breasts
flatten against his chest
and for their hips to align
in an almost innocent
and provocative way.
Her hair was flowing down
almost like curtains around them.
“So what do you think about dogging?”
“You mean like the whole go some place
and others will watch – that kind of dogging
or whatever they call it, right?!”
“Yes. I think it could be fun.
And its not like we haven't had sex in
a ton of public places before.
Besides I would even let you
do what ever you wanted.”
Instantly he rolled her over
had her on her back
and her wrists pinned,
all before her eyes
had a chance to bat and blink.
She was under him
and up against
the side of the tent.
Trapped.
Unable and unwilling
to resist what would happen next.
“I already can do
whatever I want
where ever I want.
You know better.”
She knew
there was no malice
in his voice
and that he had realized
she was teasing.
She also realized
her teasing
was the reason
he was going to reeducate her.
“Take off your clothes
and wait here till I call you.”
He left the tent
leaving the door
open and the zipper
down at the bottom.
She peeled off her clothes
and in a few minutes
heard him call for her.
Their little camping spot
was in a small clearing
nestled against the hills
and a lightly wooded area
all the way around.
She stepped out of the tent.
And saw a folded up blanket
beside where he stood.
The dim moonlight
cast long dark shadows
across his features
but there was no mistaking
his intent
nor the fact
that now
neither one of them
were clothed.
She walked towards him.
“On all fours”
She saw he had actually
folded up their towels
as extra cushion
for her hands and knees.
Not to mention it marked
exactly where he wanted her
to be.
She quickly complied.
She was on all fours
obedient
and waiting.
He walked around her
several times
like a panther
circling it's prey.
“You know I would never harm you.
You know
I would always protect
and provide for you.
That I would always fulfill your desires.
So why imply
“You understand
when I have you like this
and your honey
starts to dampen
and run down your thighs
All eyes will be upon you.”
She felt her lungs constrict
as she breathed in quickly.
She closed her eyes
as she felt the handle
of the flogger
slide along
and between her lips.
Each little ridge
every little bump
gently rubbing
parting her moist lips.
“Busy little bees
agitated,
turned on
wanting some of that
sticky sweet
delicious honey.
Buzzing all around you.
Is that what you want?
You want them to watch?”
She could hold back the moan
as on of the bumps
on the handle
brushes back and forth
over her clit.
She started rocking
in unison
with his teasing strokes.
She could feel
her juices flow
over the head of the flogger
like honey
down a honeycomb.
“So you want to be seen?
Is that it?”
She was to busy enjoying
how he coaxed the flogger
back and forth
over her to answer.
The cool summer air
seemed to swirl around
her puckered nipples
like wind devils
on the plains.
Her breathing
expanded and contracted
in time
with the sounds of the woods.
The twinkle
of the millions of stars
int the summer night sky
made her head spin.
Her body seemed
to be on fire
in the half moon light.
It was all so sensual,
so natural
it was like the trees swayed
with a slight breeze
every time she breathed.
That's when she felt
the sweet sting
of the flogger
on her bare ass.
“I said,
you want to be seen
don't you?”
She could hear
the tone in his voice change
knowing she made him
ask the same question twice.
“Yes, yes I do!”
He walked around
to stand in front of her
Her tilted up her chin
so she was looking up at him
from all fours.
He was fully erect
almost upon her lips.
His eyes usually so soft
and caring
now determined.
It ut every nerve
in her body
upon high alert.
He slid his hand
across her cheek
as a reassuring touch.
The touch
made her skin feel like
the air
before a summer rainstorm,
nearly crackling and charged
with electricity.
She opened her mouth
and slowly took him in.
Letting her lips
wrap around him
as she felt him
wrap her hair
within his hand
and around his wrist.
Several subtle sways
of his hips
let them start
to enjoy one another.
She slowly eased and bobbed
her head
as he held her hair
wrapped around his wrist.
She then felt
the tips of the flogger
gently run up and down her back
like the petals of flowers
blowing in a spring breeze.
She heard the low
almost inaudible moan
from him as she
took all of him in.
That when she felt
the hive of bees
sting her bare ass,
when the flogger fell.
The impact
and sensation
jolted her forward
nearly gagging her
oh the tip of his shaft.
Her hair still woven
around his wrist,
he held her there
for just a moment.
“Is that what you want
everyone to watch?”
He said in a mocking tone.
The bees struck again
in three quick successive swings.
He pulled back a lil
and loosed the reigns on her.
Keeping himself inside her,
and rocking ever so slightly
like a boat upon the lake
as the water
starts to settle at dusk.
The heat
coming off her reddened ass
raged against
the cool of the night.
She felt the flower petals
glide across her bare skin
as she felt her juices
slowly run down her thighs.
Tracing her curves with the flogger.
Up her thighs,
around her hips,
over the curve of her ass,
along her spine,
over her ribs.
The soft fingertips
of the flogger
caressing every inch.
She was so wet
that it felt like an
overturned jar of honey
slowly leaking out of the bottle
and onto the picnic table.
A slow sticky sweet
glacial avalanche
of the passion soaked nectar
flowing from her.
He moved back and forth
inside her mouth
as she held onto him
with the suction of desire.
All the while she could feel
the alternating paces
and location
of the flogger
finding its various marks.
“Is this what you want
them to see?
How you are taught your lessons.
How even a sweet goddess
can fight the urges
but in the end
always loses out
and is overrun
by the naughty carnal desires
of the slut within.”
He held onto his woven haired leash
as he pulled out of her.
Easing out slowly
enjoying the softness of her lips
and letting her feel
every ridge
every contour of his shaft
and the salty tip
of the head.
His grip loosened momentarily
as he moved in behind her.
Using the hair leash
to make her kneel up slightly
from her hands,
He whispered into her ear.
“Is this how you want it.
To showcase your beauty.
To show everyone
your kinky desires.
To have all that dare
to watch
to be turned on
bu how completely
you embrace your desires.
Tell me this is how you want it”
“Yes, yes please” she begged.
He ran his free hand
between her thighs
soaking his fingers
with the juices
of her wanton desire.
She felt his fingertips
trace her aereolas
and then her nipples
coating them both
with her honey.
He then dragged his fingernails
down the length of her back
as the woods seemed to quiet
just to listen to these lovers
find one another again.
His freehand
smacked her ass cheek
and then grabbed it.
His thumb
gently spreading her
inner thigh.
She could feel the tip of him
against her opening
like a wayward hiker
finding their way home.
Her head was spinning
and she barely heard him say;
“Why limit ourselves
to just one small group
where people go dogging
when we have all of nature
as our stage.”
With that he shoved himself
deep inside her
and she cried out with pleasure.
They could hear her moan
reverberate
around the hills and woods.
Anyone awake
in the campground
down the trail
would have known
exactly what these lovers were doing.
He held himself
deep inside her
so he was certain
she heard her own moan
resonate all around them.
He yanked her head back
and again her moan
traveled as far as they could see.
His hand smacked her
already very red ass
and listened,
making it seem like
the entire hills quaked.
She felt like the burning sun,
despite only half the moon
lighting the night.
He shoved himself
deep into her again
feeling her ass
and thighs
ripple at the impact of him.
Harder
deeper
faster
they went.
Her breasts swayed freely
in the summer nights air.
Her moans echoed
over themselves
like colliding waves upon the lake.
It seemed like the whole world
went quiet
listening to them.
For earshot
was now miles away,
anyone,
anything
was witness
to what they were doing.
She moaned
over and over.
Calling out harder,
for him to fuck her,
for more,
to never stop.
The chorus of her moans
her words
drown out the night.
Her body rocked
and bucked
at every sweet violent collision.
Her head pulled back
by her flowing hair.
Her breasts bouncing
uncontrollably
at the concussive impacts
of these earth bound bodies.
The slapping of their bodies
and their carnal sounds
beat like drums
the soundtrack of life
and untamed desire.
She called out his name,
the stars spun around
in a time lapse frenzy of pleasure.
She erupted all over him,
all down her thighs.
She felt his body tighten
and felt the eruption
skyrocket into her
filling her
as he continued to pump himself
inside her.
They both collapsed
exhausted
sated
and trying to catch
their breath.
“See we have the whole world
as our spot.
But yes. Yes if you want to
we can go to a spot.
Anything to take care of
you and your needs.”
He said with a wink
and a very sly smile.
“Let's wash up and get back in the tent.
Just don't ever think ,
that your lessons
are ever over.”
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Here As You Lay
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Posted:Jun 3, 2014 10:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2016 8:05 pm
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Here as you lay
fast asleep,
I pause time
for the briefest of moments.
I do this so
that I may be
in awe
of your natural beauty
without the distractions
of the cosmos around us.
The world seems quiet
while this moment
makes my world complete.
Here as you lay,
I gently brush
a rogue strand of your hair
from across your forehead.
Without even thinking
about it,
my head tilts ever so slightly
so it aligns to yours.
Here as you lay,
I gather one last look
at you
before the day completes.
I cant help but smile
with soft hushed tones.
Here as you lay,
serenity is found
and joy can be dreapmt.
I gently whisper words
you will not hear
but will be heard.
“Goodnight beautiful,
I love you”.
With that my lips
rest upon your forehead
like a feather upon a nest.
You stir ever so slightly
as I slide into position
behind you.
Two spoons together
upon a king sized bed.
Here as you lay,
you do not wake
but sense my presence.
You nuzzle yourself closer
so you can feel
what you sense.
Knowing
you can feel
the warmth of my skin
through your clothes
brings me comfort
knowing I somehow
make your world
even the slightest bit better
just by being near.
Here as you lay
my arm
slides over you
cocooning you
within my protecting arms.
As my head rests
upon my pillow
my soul sighs a sweet song
when I hear
you involuntary soft moan.
I can feel you smile
as you sleep
and this day truly ends
with the joy you bring.
Here as you lay
our breathing
slowly aligns,
my eyes grow heavy
my heart grows full.
For two are as one.
Here as you lay,
no matter what happened earlier
I know today was a good day
simply because
of the way it ended.
Authors note : Just a quick unpolished off top of the head sugary sweet thought, that I thought may balance some of the other more "alpha / aggressive" pieces I have been working on.
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Over My Knee
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Posted:Apr 15, 2014 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2016 8:05 pm
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Do not struggle.
Do not squirm.
For that is where
lessons are lost.
Lay over my knee.
Relax
and learn.
The pain is temporary.
Our commitment
is bonded beyond words
and transcends the physical.
The reddening sting
is mere component
to unearthing your true desires.
The harden nipples,
the wetness
pooling between your thighs
tells me of your acceptance
to my guidance.
I love when
you are naughty
and disappointed when
you misbehave.
Lay across my lap
and accept
the acceptance I give.
Feel the caring touch
of my fingertips
as they trace
the subtle curve of your form.
The soft circling sensation
of my hand
caressing your soft skin.
Gently dragging my fingernails
all over every slope and curve.
Over my knee where
you are safe.
Over my knee is where
your trust is rewarded.
This is where
you are accepted
for who you are.
Over my knee is where
you are claimed.
Here over my knee
is where you learn
what desires you possess
that you did not know.
This is where you learn
where your needs are met.
This is where
we build our trust.
This is why
you are over my knee.
Fear nothing
enjoy it all when
the thunderclap booms
as my hand connects
to your skin.
The millions of burning needles
seer within your skin
reaffirms you are alive
and your passion rise.
My hand finds
the same mark
plunging the needles
back into your skin.
You cant not stop
all the sounds
from escaping your mouth.
Let go.
Make any sounds
that you desire.
I gently caress the fiery red spot.
Relax the tension
and stress from your body
as I kneed the other cheek
within my hand.
Without provocation
several rapid strikes
leave several red patches
upon you.
Several more quick
and harder still swats
find new marks.
Do not
beg me to stop
for you are better
than that.
Every winch
your body feels,
every burning
nerve ending
enables us
to build us,
as us.
I drag my fingers
back over your swollen skin.
My desire
is the tectonic force
that rumbles shock-waves
through you.
This brings us closer together
till you
quiver and quake.
Your true self
resonating
from the swing of my hand
till the tremors subside.
I will be there
to calm you
as the last quiver
finally allows you
to catch your breath.
This is my devotion
to you,
to us.
This hand
that spanks
and stings,
is the hand
that feeds your desire
to obey.
When my hand
finds its mark
it is to remind you
of my will.
The fleeting pain
that you feel upon your ass,
is a mere fraction
of the agony I feel
when I have failed
to teach you
the pleasure you deserve.
Each swing of my hand
is like the mason's craft
of seeing the beauty within
and bringing it to the surface
so it shines within the light of day.
Each time my open hand
finds you
you cry out as if in pain.
I can feel the wetness of you
upon my thigh.
I can hear the delight in you
as you try and catch your breath.
Why do you deny yourself this?
Smack!
Why don't you embrace
the sensual beauty that you are?
Smack, Smack Thwack!
This is what you wanted.
This is why you misbehaved.
Enjoy this.
There is beauty in learning.
There is pleasure in enlightenment.
Smack, smack, smack, smack SMACK!
You know what to say
to stop this.
You know how to safely stop.
Just as you know what penance
can be done to finish the lesson.
Do what is required.
Give in to your true self.
Learn the desires
you buried deep inside.
I am here.
I am the constant
that is here for you.
I seek to guide you.
Let my hand soothe
your pulsating skin.
Pleasure and comfort
await you
at the end of this lesson.
Stay here over my knee
so when you are in my arms
you know nothing lies between us.
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Simmer - Pushed You Up Against the Wall
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Posted:Apr 5, 2014 7:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2014 5:14 am
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We know
that once we kiss
the juggernaut like inertia
of our lust filled passions
will not stop
until all our physical desires
are exhausted and aptly met.
My lips
need yours,
as if
you are
the very air that I breathe.
My eyes
see into every fiber of you.
This tunnel vision of you
is all I see.
You are all I need.
The failing struggle for control
rages on.
I want to adore you.
I want to seduce you.
I want to consume you.
This is the blaring silence
of every heaving breath
that crosses my lips.
Being so close
yet not touching you
or being inside you
is an unnatural torture.
I breathe
your breath.
Our eyes are clouded
with passion,
yet looking into
each others eyes
we can see forever deep
into each other.
My shoulders
over shadow yours.
The extreme gravity
of our desires
trap you
between me
and the wall.
Our breathing is labored
as we strain
to control
the steamrolling effect
of our primal lust.
Leaning forward
pressing my body
against yours
so you can not dismiss
this moment.
The wall is as unforgiving
as is my chest.
Your breasts
flatten and heave
against me.
Our desire weighs upon us
like the humidity
of a hot southern summer day.
Our chests are compressed
by our combined need
to be together
as one.
A beautifully violent
assimilation
of each other.
Our lips seem dry with hunger
to thirst upon each other.
The animalistic desire
surges through us
like a caged beast
testing the strength
of the chains that bind them.
What little modicum
of civility
we have left,
strains and bends
like the last link
of a chain before it snaps.
This all consuming thought
of devouring you,
is all I can think of.
Our bodies
seem to vibrate
at a cellular level
as lust
love
and longing
resonate
like the recourse
from striking a drum.
Our thunderous desire
felt in the ebb and flow
of our bodies.
I can smell
your every desire
foresee your every thought.
I want to drink them
from your lips
taste them upon your skin.
My eyes see
and my body
yearns to feel.
My mind fantasizes
and my soul
aches to hear.
My body pressed you yours
My desires
and my soul
seeping into you,
tattooed to you
with every bated breath.
The myriad of
wild unrestrained lust
that is about to transpire
spins so fast in our minds
logical thought is gone.
We are to lost
within this moment,
to full of longing
as we are seething
with anticipation.
Here I have you
Pressed up against the wall.
Here you have me
ravenous and desperate
for you.
I want you
more than anything
or anyone
within the history of time.
I am
forever trapped in this moment,
like only you can do.
Once I have you
pressed up against the wall
you are mine
I am yours.
Pleasure will soon surge
every fiber of
what makes us, us.
Fully consumed
fully sated.
All because
I have you
pressed up against the wall.
This is the thought,
I want repeating
in the back of your mind
all day long.
Percolating,
wafting in and out
of your conscious mind .
Not boiling over,
just an enduring long,
hot,
simmer.
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Deep Inside You
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Posted:Mar 30, 2014 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2014 4:12 pm
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You feel
the depression in the bed
that my hand makes
beside your arm.
Look up at me,
see my face
admiring you.
Let your eyes close
as do mine.
Our lips touch.
The timid
becomes emboldened
as our kiss deepens.
There is more
to this simple kiss.
Our kiss
is a transference of acceptance
of one
to another,
and is reciprocated in kind.
Our mouths
slowly open
and our tongues
slowly dance
like two sides
of a whirlpool
chasing to find each other.
The ebb and flow
of our kiss
deepens in pace
and intensity.
My body heavy with desire,
slowly eases
onto yours
so your desires
are focused onto me.
Part of me
wants to pin you down
trapping your wrists
within my hands
above your head.
I want you to know
you are wanted
and to feel claimed by me.
Another part of me
wants to feel
your soft fingertips
run up the hard frame
of my bare skinned back.
I want every part of you;
heart,
mind,
body
and soul
to be felt by me.
I maneuver
between you
and you gently part
allowing me room
to bring us closer as one.
Our lips
smear our kiss,
like a finger
over fresh ink
on the page.
The delicate touch
of the soft skin
of your inner thighs
caresses me
as we move closer
to complete the puzzle.
Your hardened nipples
dig into me
as your breasts
flatten against my chest.
You can sense
the hard unrestrained resolve
of my desire.
I can smell
the decadent aroma
of your passion.
As our hearts
beat faster,
our bodies
pressed so close together
yet still to far apart.
Our shared memories
of encounters gone by
fall from our minds
and trickle down our spines.
The ghosts
of how complete
we both feel
when you lock your ankles
behind me
and pull me deeper.
The timeless echos
of how our moans
reverberated in the shower
as I filled you
and the hot water streamed down.
How your legs tremble
and struggle to stand
after I
have bent you over the chair.
Fresh from the thunderclap
of the front of my thighs
slamming against
the back of your thighs.
How each one was louder
than the one before
signifying
how no matter deep I am
I always want to be deeper.
Upon my tongue
you can taste the memory
how I pulled your head back
by your hair.
How your body rocked
with each thrust
as you knelt on all fours.
The sway of your breast
with every violent collision
as I invaded you
and you welcomed me in.
These are the memories
that flood our mind
as our bodies are
pressed so close
and our lips drown
in the future memories
of us.
You know the stretch
and tension
you will feel
in that solitary moment
when I first pierce you.
Feeling that tension build
the deeper I go.
I will know
once again
the tight heated embrace
of you
as I sink into you.
How your body grips me
draws me in
makes me feel complete.
Can you taste my need
within this kiss?
Does your body
hunger to feel me
inside of you,
as part of you?
Do you understand
how the very essence of me
aches
when we are not complete
as one.
Do you clamor
with this same need
that I endure.
Moments and lifetimes
filled in these few moments.
Here I am
pressed against you
ready to enter you.
Tell me,
even if it's a lie,
that you ache
to feel me
deep inside you.
I am a junkie
in need of that
narcotic moment
when I first
push inside you.
Feeling the cosmos
through your body.
You wrapping around me
to accommodate
my size and shape.
Begging for your acceptance.
Here we are,
looking me in the eyes,
in this precious moment
as I sink deep inside you.
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Darkened Room Dance
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 6:13 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2015 5:01 pm
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She places her book
her bedside
and turn off her light
as she turns over
onto her side.
The clatter of the TV
is silenced
as he clicks the remote
and places it down.
She turns her head
over her shoulder
awaiting his goodnight kiss.
Propping himself up
upon his forearm
he leans over her
and places his lips softly
upon her lips
like the blanket
rests upon their bodies.
The bed
shuffles and settles
as he find
his normal spot
spooned behind her.
She feels the relaxed muscles
of the front of his strong thighs
as they rest against
the back of her soft thighs.
Their hips align
like two hands held
when walking along the beach.
The pitch and yaw
of their hips settle
and their legs and feet adjust
to the gravity of slumber.
His hand slide around her
like a droplet of water
running down
the petal of a rose.
His chest expands
and contracts
against her back
as their syncopated breath
falls in tune with each other.
The night is quiet.
Even the moon
in its near new moon state
seems to be closing her eyes
subduing the light
so no distractions
part these two partners.
The sensation his fingertips left
as they slide across
her soft supple skin,
like skates over a frozen pond,
can still be felt
deep within her.
The head is weary
but the embers
slowly start to smolder.
His innocent loving touch
sent electric shock waves
through every inch of her.
The sensation of her skin
is welcoming,
invigorating,
comforting,
exciting,
stirring,
and calming
as a soft warm spring breeze
that caresses your face
after a long cold winter.
His body slows
as contented sleep
slowly blankets him.
She feels his hand
flush against her skin.
She remember
all the things
his hands
have given her.
All those times
she has felt his hands
caress her.
How the felt
as he massaged
any sore muscles
how they held her hand
with in his
and the world simply seemed better
because her hand
fit so well within his.
How when
he cradles her face
in the palm of his hand
She feels accepted and loved.
How his hands
covet and adore the feel of her.
His hands conveying
what he words can not.
How beautiful he sees her,
How sexy he finds her.
These are the words
his hands convey,
for they can not lie.
She remembers how
his touch
felt like fire
melting her
like unformed glass.
Flooded with limbic thoughts
her body responded.
How much she adored
how much he adored
the feel of her breasts
within his hands
and his ravenous mouth.
Her body tingled
at the remembrance
of how his hands
cup, caress, consume
fondle and squeeze her.
How his fingers
would flow down her body
like water.
Sliding between her thighs
teasing
exploring
plunging into her
finding and teasing
all the spots he's learned
of her.
How his touch
when she feels this way
ignites her
into an all-consuming
torrent of desire.
She gently rocks her hips
softly grinding against him.
Using her movements
to find the outline of him
trying to ignite the hardened fire within.
Nearly asleep
he stirs
and the low moan
resonates in her ear
as sh feels her body
become wet with need.
She grinds and rocks harder
feeling him harden
against her.
She rocks her hips
back against him
wanting to feel his desire
strain and struggle
to plunge into her.
His hand cups her breast
ans she whimpers
as he pinches
and gently pulls
her nipple.
She can feel
every ridge of his fingertips
every crease of his palm.
Her panties become saturated
with wanton need.
His hip moves in time with hers
prodding her
through her clothes
hell bent
on delving into her
and pleasing her.
She gasps
as she feels his teeth
sink into her shoulder.
She put her top leg
over his legs.
His hand
slides from her breast
to between her thighs.
His fingers
immediately slick
with her juices.
She continued to grind
against him.
Feeling his hardened shaft
move with her.
His fingers
swirling around her
and plunging in her.
Two fingers easing into her
faster and deeper
in time with her swiveling hips
The sounds of his fingers
delving into her,
over and over again,
could be heard
over the quiet
of the darkened night.
Their breathing becoming labored
as the restraint
crumbles to mutual desire.
His fingers stop for
the longest second
and she feels him
moving behind her.
She feels him
pushing her panties
to the side.
He is pressed against her.
Her juices
coating the tip of him.
She needs him,
he needs her.
Her body pleads
to feel him
break the tension
of this moment.
Her hips move back against him
he grips her hip with his hand.
His fingers clamped down
digging in
claiming her.
Holding her in place
and he pushes into her.
Feeling her body
stretch around him.
He is deep inside her.
The jolting supercharged
electric current
that shoots through
ever cell of her beautiful body
as she feels the
penetrating power
of his devotion to them
is to much to bear.
She bites her lower lip
to stifle the moan
that tries to escape her.
Yet her soft moan
only amplifies the erotic aura
that surrounds them.
Sensual,
sexual
sensations surge
as the potential
becomes kinetic.
There is no stopping
what they both now crave.
She grabs his hand
that grabs her hip,
ans so
the dance begins.
Authors notes:
This was my attempt capture the metamorphosis of a single moment life cycle when the day to day comfort, leads to innocent intimacy, to sensual to sexual. The whole, well I guess tangent is probably the best description, hand motif was rather organic. Must have been my subconscious outsmarting me. The focus on the hands makes sense when thinking of my line of thinking as I was writing. The focus was the build up of the sensual nature from a simple intimate moment before falling asleep. How a touch, like a song or a scent can spark a memory and how memories can flow like a river with no direction. The feeling of the now, triggers thoughts of days gone by. So there it is, hope you enjoy and always any and all feedback is greatly appreciated and desired.
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Sire's lesson in the dangers of unfulfilled desires
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Posted:Jan 26, 2014 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2016 3:08 am
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He walks into the room
predatory eyes
locked upon her.
His kind demeanor
temporarily suppressed.
The stride
and aggressive tone
of the way he stalks his way
closer to her
makes her know
the customary embrace
they normally share
was not his intent.
The twinge of exhilarating fear
at his abnormally alpha behavior
sent current throughout
her body.
She could feel
her nipples harden
with each approaching step.
as she became
more uncertain
exactly what he would do.
She couldn't help
but to take a small step back
in reaction
to the ferocity
in which he closed the gap between them.
Without hesitation
he backed her firmly
up against the wall.
Trapped by his desire.
His teeth roll like thunder
across her neck.
His usually gentle hands,
lack the deliberate attention
she is accustomed to.
He practically tears her shirt
from her
as he lifts it up over her head.
Her breasts
still semi-hidden
behind her black
almost see thru bra.
Before she has time
to even feel
exposed and vulnerable,
she instantly feels
her nipples
gently pinched
and erotically twisted
between his thumbs
and index fingers.
"This is the price you pay
for making me think of you,
for invading my desires.
Trying to make me throb
and yearn for you.
You dont get to control me."
His eyes locked onto hers
as she struggled to focus
blinded by the sensitive painful pleasure
of having her nipples pinched.
His voice seemed deeper
darker
and that much more irresistible.
The authoritative command and tone
let her know
she had no choice but to comply.
She gasped as she felt the pinch
became a little harder.
The sound of his voice
resounded within her
shaking her soul
like a thunderclap
does a window.
"I CONTROL you.
I am the one that says when
and where and how
you feel and find pleasure."
She closed her eyes
at the intensity of the sensations.
The electric voltage
searing from her nipples
throughout her body
distracted her from a reply.
She cried out when he twisted
just a little bit more.
"Yes you control me"
she panted out.
He pinched just a little harder
pressing her nipples
back into her breasts.
Until she was nearly standing on her tip toes
trying to ease the sensation.
She knew she hadn't respond properly.
"Yes sire! Yes you control me sire."
He released her nipples
from his fingers.
Her nipples ached in such a good way
yet felt they were so raggedly hard
the slightest movement would
make them slice the fabric
of her sheer bra.
"Take off your pants and panties."
The calm cold calculating tone
of his voice
could be felt between her thighs.
it was like he palmed an ice cube
and held it over her clit
till it melts.
She quickly complied.
"Now the bra."
She stood naked
her back against the wall
and his body
all but touching hers,
while his presence weighed on her
like the humidity of a hot summer day.
He leaned down
softly kissing each
of her nipples.
The usual empathetic tone
of his voice was missing when he almost stated
rather than asked.
"Do they hurt"
"No sire they dont hur..."
The word hurt
was cut short by
her own gasped
as she felt his hand softly squeeze
her breast
as his mouth sucked
on her tingling nipple.
His mouth
sucked
massaged
pulled
upon her breast.
She loved to roll
and squirm
every time he pleased her.
Yet this time she couldn't.
His mouth and the wall
wouldn't allow much movement.
she moaned when she felt
his fingers
between her thighs
caressing her
and coating his fingers with
the wet juices
that escaped her.
He slowly eased his fingers
in and out of her.
building momentum
as his lips slid over
and found her other nipple.
She could almost feel
how the soreness
from his attention
would be felt throughout
random spots
for the next few days.
His fingers soaking with her,
continued to delve into her.
Faster and faster
all as his mouth pulled
and tugged at her nipple
she could feel her body tighten
ready to contract
ready to release.
He stopped and stepped back.
She had been on the edge.
Her body screamed for release
yearned for him
to finish what he started.
There he stood.
sucking her juices
from his fingers.
Her eyes begging him.
She didn't just want
or need him now
she craved him
like the body does water
in the hot dessert sun.
"Who controls you"
He stated.
"You do sire, you do. Please sire."
“Kneel.”
The command in voice
made her twitch
ever so slightly
as she felt the wetness
he had harvested
from her
slowly roll down her thighs.
She quickly knelt.
He stood over her
looking straight down at her.
His cock
though hidden behind his pants
was still directly in her face
all but touching her.
“Do you think its appropriate
for me to be hard
wanting you while in a meeting?”
“No sire. I am sorry.”
“That desire you are feeling,
does it need quenching?”
“Yes sire” she pleaded.
“It almost aches, doesn't it?
Yet there is nothing you can do
about it is there.”
“No sire. I am sorry sire.”
“I wanted you.
Wanted to be here
to enjoy you.
To make you mine.
Yet instead,
here we are
and you need to be taught.”
She looked up at him
deeply hurt
at the disappointed look
upon his face.
She knew he told her
what time the meeting was
how important it was.
She only wanted to remind him
how sexy he made her feel.
She wanted to tease him
and him to miss her
want her
as much as she absolutely needed him.
She knew
he would want her
after seeing the pics
would want to be there.
She took it to far
and was now learning
why she was subservient to him.
His attention to her
was their combined pleasure.
Everything he did was for her.
He leaned down
ready to kiss her.
A breath away from the kiss
he pulled back.
Now you learn your place.
Now you learn about
the dangers of unfulfilled desires.
“Stay there till I call you.”
There she knelt naked.
Nearly in tears
as she learned
just how much
she really needed him.
How his approval
his acceptance of her
fulfilled her in ways she never
thought imaginable.
“It pains me to do this my beautiful jewel.
But you left me no choice.
I do this for you.
I will be back.
Now learn you lesson.”
He walked out of the room.
An her body screamed at her,
wanting him inside her
even more now.
I will add some author notes later but wanted to post and see what people think bit outside my normal wheelhouse but there it is  hope you enjoy.
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Devour
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Posted:Sep 3, 2013 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2014 6:03 am
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The lust,
the passion,
this primal need
is pulsating thru
every cell
of my being.
Desire
rattles through me
like thunder
over the mountains.
My whole body heaves
with every caged breath.
It seems as if
my very skin
is pulled taught
ready to burst
with every seething exhale
as my body
tries in vain
to hold back
this need,
this primal change.
Desires
rattle through me
like thunder
through the mountains.
The imagined pain
of this want
pierces the reality
as you fuel my fantasy.
Steely eyes
of an apex predator
fixated upon its prey
look out from
beneath my brow.
Nostrils flared,
jaws clenched
adrenaline
running rampant
as the iron will
starts crumbling against
the feverish onslaught
of desire.
Much like the sand erodes
from the beach
as the precursor
the the intensifying waves
of the approaching hurricane.
I back you up
against the wall
as if my desires
create this destiny.
Our breathing is strained.
The anticipation
the crumbling resolve
inhibits our breathing
like a vice.We can hear
the chorus of our breathes
makes every movement
of our heaving chests
collapsing
expanding
drown out the world.
Our last attempt
at civility evaporates.
There is no stopping me
there is no denying you this.
You can not deny
yourself this.
You ache to be taken
ravaged
and torn asunder
by our mutual desire.
I want you
to taste the battle frenzy desire
upon my lips,
as my lips
claim yours.
My body moves in unison
with our desires
with my need to consume you.
My body forces yours
to mold to my form
as i press you
between the wall
and my lust for you.
I can not bridle
this hunger anymore.
My mouth
and tongue
aggressive behold
your red wine lips.
My soul is malnourished.
You are my sustenance.
Drinking in your kisses
in waves
like Dionysus's wine
from a bottle.
The intoxicating effect
of your lips
on continues to devolve
my restraint and decorum.
I cant not breath
through all
the lips smearing kisses.
Yet I can not
ever get enough.
I am a juggernaut
of lustful desire
more primal than the alpha wolf.
My lips
are unrelenting
in their total
consumption of you.
Feeding upon your
want to escape
your desire to surrender.
There are no tender moments
the force of our desire
is to powerful.
I shed your clothes
for little regard
of their state.
My lips descend
and savagely attack
your breasts.
Kissing, licking, nibbling
flicking and sucking them
all to make you want me
as much as i need you.
My lips continue
to tug upon your breast
with such tender ferocity
you can already sense
the soreness
you will have tomorrow
to remind you
how badly I crave you.
You will feel my desire
suck and pull
every sensation
of your desires
from deep within you.
My cheeks taught
with suction.
Wanting you to tingle
all the way in your toes,
this hunger you stir.
So you savor the sensation
of how your nipple
stretches in my mouth
over and over again.
I spin you around
throwing you down on the bed.
Without hesitation
you feel my face
buried deep within your mound.
There is no exploring of my tongue
only claiming every part
of you.
suckling your clit
pulling your juices
from deep within you.
Feasting like a lion after a kill
fast
frenzied
taking what he can
before anything else
can prevent him
form claiming
his bounty.
You knot my hair
between your fingers
as you feel my teeth
find their mark.
I feel you clinging to me
pushing me deeper
as I gluttonously
feast upon you.
I drink in every drop
of your liquid lust.
Tirelessly tasting
every drop of you.
Feeling you
smeared all over me.
Teeth,
tongue,
Lips
all working in unison.
Exploring every
intricate intimate
part of you.
You cry out
as your thighs
squeeze my head
like a vise.
All while you continue
to grind
and buck against my face
and flailing tongue.
My lips swollen
but never pausing,
forever riding your release.You can hear me enjoy
every sweet taste
as I frantically clamor
to savor every drop.
You can sense me basking
within your pleasure.
But I am still hunger for you.
I look up
from between your thighs
Waiting till our eyes are locked.
I want my prey
to watch
as Darwinian law
becomes lustful doctrine.
With devils desires
I grab your ankles
and point your feet
towards the heavens.
There is no teasing.
There is just me
slamming myself
deep within you.
Making you take all of me
within one hard thrust.
Letting the impact resonate
within you.
I continue
to clamp my hands
around your ankles
as each thrusts slams into you
Out bodies thundering together
you breasts bouncing trying to settle
only to be feel the slam of me
claiming you again
and again.
Your body
is forced to make room
for me within you.
You mold,
stretch
accommodate me
so you can enjoy
how I enjoy you.
Harder
and faster
like the chase of
predator and prey
building to a crucial moment.
I howl like the alpha wolf
as i delve deep
within you.
I lurch
spasm
and explode inside you
as I complete
the trinity
of consuming you mind body and soul.
I do not relent.
Through the moans
I continue to slam
into you
like a battering ram
at the castle ramparts.
You can not stop
these marauding forces
from claiming their queen.
With one final thrust
I complete
emptying myself
into you.
Past may be prologue.
Yet this is the story
that I scribe for you.
The logical mind
is unable to think,
the creative mind
is overwhelmed with
graphic carnal images
of us as one.
The primal mind
overwrought
with compulsions
of lust, passion and pleasure.
Cerebral context concedes
to the
carnal cravings
pursuing pleasure.
This is not
the man that you know.
This is the beast
you unwittingly unleashed.
Forgive me my sins.
Tonight
isn't about us.
It is about
that unshaken hunger
that I feel for you
from deep within me.
an uncontrollable hunger.
In this moonlit night
these moments,
and you,
I devour.
As you walk through the door
you will see the images
that have flashed within my eyes
that here lay
transcribed before you
from our most deepest primal places.
You will see the maelstrom
that awaits you.
Honey,
be ready
to be devoured.
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Tasting Summer Heat
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Posted:Jul 22, 2013 7:48 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2014 6:11 am
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I need you.
I want you
on my lips,
on my tongue,
running down over my fingers.
I want to taste you.
The heat I feel
is so oppressive.
You
and you alone
are my only chance
for blissful relief.
I need you.
I want you so bad.
i want to lick you
all over.
Long slow
decadent licks.
Using my entire tongue
to savor you.
Letting your every taste
to dance upon my tongue
and saturate my soul.
This isn't just a hunger.
This is a calling out
of my entire
wanting you.
This is a primal need.
I feel like
I am sweating out
every sinful desire.
I want to melt
your underlying
icy demeanor
with my every taste.
To feel you drip
so my tongue can chase
your melting ambrosia.
I want to feel
your sweetness
smeared over my skin.
i want to be able
to lick my lips
and taste you there.
I want that sensual bliss
I feel
every time i taste you,
for its an aphrodisiac.
I press my face in closer
and feel your
mold around my lips
and face
like I cant get deep enough.
I am numb with delight
and continue to want
to be filled
with every single
delectable drop of you.
Don't hold back.
Let me devour you.
I reposition myself
and trace the trails
that your escaping sticky sweetness
have left.
I gently curl my tongue.
Dragging my tongue
up the length of you.
Twirling my tongue
all around you.
I press my lips
against you
and suck
every so gently.
To pull every instance of you
into me.
I close my lips.
Pulling your nectar
into me
making my mind
tingle.
Neurons firing rapidly
but slowed by the sensations.
My eyes roll
into the back of my head
as my eyes close
trying to hold every sensory stimulation
that you give.
I lean my head back.
To prevent you
from dribbling
from my chin.
I cant help but to moan softly
at this heightened awareness
you bring my senses to
at this very moment.
This moment
these sensations
you
are so delicious
Poets could never find the words.
What?!
No!
This is MY
mint chocolate chip ice cream cone.
Your order will be up in a moment.
I am not wanting to share or
let you have just one lick
thank you very much!
Author's Note : Thought I would be a wisea$$ and try to turn the metaphors around a lil. My own interpretation on how some ad exec would try to market the sensual nature of ice cream on a hot muggy July day. Heck least I didnt try to incorporate whipped chream or cherries into the post lol. Hope you enjoyed the lil twist.
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