Friday, November 29, 2013

Ice`s Ecstasy

The cold chill of her icy touch finger plays on the warm skin to create blazing trails of shivers that radiate out into the world as these create soft moaning hums. It is a beautiful symphony that empowers the soul into waiting to embrace her as a smile crisp her beautiful lips before she comes to devour you within her cold heartless love. She is, that which is beauty within the icy wonders of cold seduction, but she easily births endless heat when seducing her prey. She is the queen of all that lusty myth, she is the temptress in night`s breath of empty chills and thrills that last only but a night. She is emotionless seduction, kinky sexual treats at its finest and it all comes wrapping with not love in it. She is ice baby, arctic heat and a goddess that simply devours lovers at glance. Within it all, she now hunts you wants you and you will be left in panting begging wanton lust of more of her touch. She is the woman of ‘hot damn fuck me’ ways and has no issue with using you for her sexual pleasure. Using, abusing and then stirring you into purring as she sets her eyes upon another as her next victim.

(( Ode To The Ice Goddess ))

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Teased Of You

Every essence of her is simmering in the wake of his touch streaming lines upon her spine. It is wild in feelings making her skin hotter within each attempt to not squirm. She must not for he is telling her to not move. Not moving one inch or even to be taking a breath deeper than a simple exchange of daily air. She is to enjoy this, but it has limits of enjoyment. Yet, those fingertips trace in designs of pleasure that she can barely hold from withering over and would almost be succumbing to. Yet, she cannot give into him or she is not going to have the pleasure of her girlfriend. She must withhold her need of giving him anything of her pleasure sensations for he is the one man who is to watch the two beautiful women enjoy the lovemaking that is dreamy.

He is the owner of this sacred sanctuary of two secret lovers. She comes here, her lover is to come here too but he is here with her. He is here; he is paying them the price of watching them by allowing them weekends at his cottage. He agrees to this, if only he may watch them for one hour as they enjoy the entwining of their lust. Then, then he always permits them what they deserve and that is their need of being alone together. It is their togetherness within a desire of sharing lovemaking in the secret getaway where they only ever may be together.

Yet, he touches today while saying, “She is two hours late. Maybe you will not get to kiss her this weekend.” And that has the woman of brunette tresses suddenly have every cell in that fine sensual body stiffens. She is paralyzed by the thought of not getting to have her lover in her arms. ‘Oh no!’ screams in her mind but somehow she is unmoving within a pseudo stillness. Yet, she doesn’t wish to be, for she wants to rise to watch out the windows for the woman that she must have during these meetings, but she knows the rules. It is good that she does for at that moment there is a sudden sounding out of. ‘’You tease her too much. You both know that I will come. I must for I need my pipsqueak.”

Thursday, November 21, 2013

~ Sacred Kisses ~

She prefers to give the first kiss to a lady`s open palm this is so to declare that chivalry is alive within its ever present and powerful seduction as it that lays in historic customs. Then when gazing up into those eyes that are windows to a soul she rises up to slowly lean into play a tender kiss to the damsel's forehead. She does that for within her she believes that the intellect of a woman is the sexiest thing that a woman possesses. Then it`s a sweet teasing peck of a kiss on the lady's nose before trailing a nibbling kiss to each of those beautiful facial cheeks. It is exquisitely sensual as she slowly travels to lay kisses upward upon the delicate curve of a long soft neck until it`s a kiss of tenderness within lusty anticipation of more than kisses. The kisses come to that little place below the ear as she whispers of the woman`s beauty. Next, it is kissing of that ear to breathe in the scent until it’s an intoxication to have a kiss leisurely placing upon an ear lobe. Afterwards, it is onward to each eyes saying that the soul is the most lovely of all gifts but there is only slight hesitation before next kissing a chin. Kissing it fully and looking into eyes before totally devouring her new lover`s luscious upper lips. If she thinks that her new lady likes that then she will kneel and kiss her tummy button for her new lover`s womb is sacred. Sacred kisses to open up the coming of the sexual treats of their union within love`s lustful play.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Boredom`s Bliss

Boredom consumes her, it takes her until she is leaning there against her own bed to be playing her fingers over her own skin to tickle it. Tickling sweetly until the sensations of playing turn into a heat. That catches her attention to have her continue onward to be making the heat rise. It is high heat, rising womanly heat that flows and fills to have her hand slip gingerly within her panties. Next, she does tickles it more, more and oh the feeling are wild sexy as she has her fingers cross over a well-shaven mound. Then it is bringing fingertips to tease and touch wetness. A beautiful treat that has a honey dripping that indeed instantly wishes for much more, more tickling and then more than tickling. Tickling and teasing, touching and toying with fingertips to create that oh so sweet symphony of sounds as the dreamy creamy flows making the night not quite too much of a boredom after all.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Bad Boy Romeo

He is my educated bad boy Romeo that writes delicious words of seductive lusty love to me. He stands there in the world of mortals with dark eyes that are of dancing laughter making these a beacon to the world with non-verbally saying ‘I am godman’. Him nonverbally saying 'I am specialness' as his silken well groomed ebony locks do feather upon his brow making him seem the shy boy, but hell no, he is Romeo. This is easily seen within his devilish winsome smile that glows to outshine the very sun. He is so boldly beautiful in his stature that he is this and so much more as he stands amongst his brethren telling them of the legacy of his prowess in business and logic. He is an accomplished man in the arena of life making him be what most women find to be the dark dirty bad boy of dreams. Yet, he kneels to only me.

Yes, the ‘god man‘ succumbs to me. He comes begging me to be mine; he arrives with a silken rope in hands and clamoring to be under the control of his woman. He wants me; he needs me and is going to please me with everything that he does. He is chained to me. He is shackled in submissive ways that constantly exist. This is even when dressing in tailored suits in his business world or when hanging out with the hordes of those demanding his attention. Yes, even then he is under my dominance with being chaining to me. My submissive stud he is, and he is this whenever I wish it. He is sweet Romeo.

Do come to me, so that those silken ropes chain you. Chain you so that I may tease you into giving me the best of you. Come, for I am your balance, your woman and your Mistress of Dreams.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Mating Time - Dancer Of Desire

Mating Time
He said that he wanted me; he said that I am his. Then suddenly he whisks me into those strong arms to then lie down on right there on the concrete. He said that he is into construction and he has an intent of constructing a love all over every inch of me. He makes me grin of his ego and then her growl that deep guttural primal roar that says ‘it`s now mating time’. Then without a moment`s hesitation he sinks his lips upon mine taking my very breath but in the moment that he does thunder clouds burst forth with torrents of summer rain with everyone beginning the screaming and mass departure from the building site. His only hesitancy is to look at the chaos before then once more establishing the onslaught of creating a passionate pleasure within all that we could ever wish.

Dancer Of Desire
Feeling your body move against mine, our hearts racing, and your smile so close as you twirl and sway within a dance. You are a tease but you are going to succumb to me. Your destiny is in my arms, your loveliness is to come to me and you are to cum for me. It will be hours of pleasure with every symphony of sweet bliss singing from every inch of you and that is even after exhaustion with your last words being, "More, more…”

Oh yes, my sweet naughty pleasure, my dancer. Yes, you are waiting for me to tease and please you. Only you may have this of me within our massive bed. It can be only you against the bedroom wall. It can only be you feeling my need to completely give you the dreams of the high of orgasmic wonder. You know that you are to be my destiny, so please, please I beg of thee dance but come to me, my darling.

She is my dancer, her dancing, and her teasing me with the beauty of her swaying. She does consume and steal all that is human in me. She captures the mind, yanks on the heart and the soul simply is swimming in endless lust as the body takes to roaming within dancing about her. It is a dancing in need to feel her and to seduce her to me. But she has a trick, oh yes she does for she has magic within her touch and so I too am seduced by her. It is magic within in the touching of her fingers. There is a passionate fire that is lust within its purity. It has me within a bleeding need to taste, tease and sweetly have her release unto me. To have her touch me, for me to touch her and for us to be within lusty love`s dance upon our bed. Yet, she dances here, she moves to seduce me more and within it all she having her clothing seem to almost scream ‘Remove these and set her free.


Cuffed to him.
Harnessed within his desires.
Aroused by his touch.
Intimately longing for more.
Needing naughty pleasures.
Erotic euphoria is on the rise.
Dominated by the desire to be only his.

Chained to my lust for him.
Chained to his mind for he is the intellect that knows me.
Chained to his heart for he loves deeply within all that is him.
Chained to his soul for he brings balance making me whole.
Chained to his body for he has lust and pleasure at his very whim.
Chained, bonded and kneeling within being owned by him.

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