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2017-01-30 14:50:32
The last sentence gave him pause. Her words…“so ruined” rumbled through his chest. What if he was… ruined? What if he never found with anyone else what drew him so deeply to her?
Written on His Soul
2017-01-26 03:40:38
“And if I mark you with my words, will they be strong enough to conquer those who have held you in bondage? ” She reached for the slim black pen next to her on the bed. “Will they cut spiritually deep enough and merge to always rise up when you encounter doubt and fear?”
Awakening the Beauty of a King.
2017-01-07 22:12:24
He selfishly grabbed at the sound of her words and breath feeling the rumble as they moved through his heated blood filled veins. The gentle strength of her substance disturbing the darkness. Shaking the chains of broken promises. Awakening the beauty of the beast that lied waiting to arise. Awakening the power and strength of the warrior king waiting to be called forth from his slumber.
Fear, Scents and Sounds
2016-10-28 05:11:24
FUCK, I want you……. Were the words scrolling across her phone from his text. That was hours ago and now he was here. Not in a position to Fuck but tightly bound in 6mm of golden CRX Jute twine. Harnessed to a structural beam in the attic. Arms secured above his head and his naked body elevated just enough that his bare toes lightly touched the wooden floor beneath him. She had debated whether to blindfold his lying eyes but decided against it. Wanting to see his reaction pour forth from them with each droplet of pain measured out.
Weekend Hunger: Who the Fuck do You think You are,
2016-10-15 20:23:16
It was a stormy weekend. The sky grey and menacing. The winds blowing in anger across the city. Howling through the trees threatening destruction. Heavy rain pounding against the roof and windows of her home. She loved it. Her own soul that night wanting destruction.
Helpless, Bound And Subject – Part 1
2016-07-28 05:14:46
He thinks he’s dreaming. He tries to move but finds his movements restricted. His head is foggy and eyelids heavy. His mind starts to focus and he remembers her face, her eyes looking into his. One of her hands around his throat, asking him his name. Over and over. Slapping his face each time there was no response. Did he respond? Ever? He can’t remember. It’s all a fog. Why is his mind so muddy? Where is he? He moves his left cheek and can still feel the sting from her hand.
Her Answer to His “Hello”.
2016-06-15 03:29:49
She remembers earlier his surrendered look. His hunger…want…need. His lust as she lowered her ass and pussy upon the warmth of his beautiful mouth. The strength of his tongue as it probed, licked and fucked each hole. He continues to whisper in her ear the intimate details of their morning. Her desire increases. Desire that would surely have her throw caution to the wind, push her back on his damn pressing cock and have him take her there. She gathers up her thoughts, steadies her breathing, turns and starts to walk away. She whispers into his ear as she passes,”My office… Now!”
Lustful Thoughts Behind His “Hello”.
2016-06-04 17:33:50
It’s mid morning and she’s at work. Having stepped off the elevator on the second floor, she paused at the railing that overlooks the lobby below. iPad in hand she begins to search through her afternoon appointments. The ding of the elevator sounds. He comes up behind her and softly kisses on her neck. Her hand goes forward to touch on the railing and she breathes out.
Morning Rituals and Softball
2016-05-28 06:22:56
It’s a sunny Saturday morning and their ritual plans are unfolding as the doorbell rings. The guys are at the door. He stumbles out of bed and proceeds down the stairs to answer. She hears the muffled voices of them talking. A few moments later he’s back upstairs and into their bedroom. He closes the door behind him. “They’re here for softball. I told them I just had to take a shower.” He pauses. His eyes study hers. Trying to pick up on what will unfold next. He takes a deep breath and glances from her eyes, to her lap and back again.
The Bliss of Him Coming home.
2016-05-21 03:30:24
She paces the floor knowing any moment he’ll walk through the door. She peeks through the blinds as cars drive by and finally sees his headlights coming up their driveway. She flings the door open, lunges forward and throws herself into him. His hands still full with his garment bag and briefcase. He loses his balance and catches himself before they both fall onto the porch. He drops the briefcase and bag as her arms fly around his neck. “God how I’ve missed you!” She breathes into his ear as she kisses his throat and inhales his scent. His already harden cock presses against her mound. Her pussy aches, reaching for his strength and seed.
The Imprisoned of HIM-HER-THEM
2016-05-14 05:06:11
The gripping strong and gentle of his hand on her breast. The soft affectionate of his kiss at her ear. The quiet happy of her “Good morning” to him. Her snuggling back, spooning herself more into him. The soft of his kiss on her neck. The root and thick of his morning erection bumping against her butt cheeks. Cock and balls at her butt and pussy. His coming physically, slightly over her and his cock at her panties. The cock head past her panties and onto the wet of her slit. His cock sliding into her panties and over her pussy with need. A casual ‘not to be denied’ invading stretching of her panties. The bonered and erect of her man’s cock at her ‘wet inside’ throbbing puss.
Stay Baby…Stay.
2016-05-05 03:58:00
Her days…filled with mental challenges, intellectual problems and solutions. Business decisions…wisdom and the mixing of intuition leading and guiding her. The masculine side of her daily ruling and determining her path. The danger of it unconsciously taking over her life.
Wet Pussy and Apples
2016-04-26 03:50:29
His hand is in hers as they walk casually down the aisle doing their shopping. He stops at the apples, reaches down and picks out a few. She leans in slightly. Close to him. Close to his ear. She softly whispers, “I could have used your mouth earlier.”
White Cotton Draw-Stringed Pants & Breakfast.
2016-04-23 04:52:32
The door opens slowly. He steps in.The serving tray in his raised hands. She sits herself casually up and exams the contents of the tray. A single rose in her favorite crystal vase. A glass of orange juice. Other breakfast related items and her eyes can’t help but drop down to the loose white of the cotton pants he’s wearing. The drawstring. The masculine ridge in the crotch. He moves towards her, placing the tray down. Announcing quietly, “Your breakfast.”
When Morning Comes after Darkness.
2016-04-20 03:12:07
He rises early trying not to disturb her sleep. His heart pounds as images play of his debauchery exhibited the night before. He tries to blame it on the whiskey. That damn whiskey fucks him up every time. But he knows it only lowers the walls he wants to fall; running him head long into the depths of his perversion. Yes. True. But he trusts her with his cravings. The twisted mapping of his mind. She pushes him; lightly. It doesn’t take much. A look. A smile that says she wants to see into his darkness.
Don’t Just Fuck Her!
2016-03-31 07:06:49
Pushed down on the couch his kisses on her neck. The wolfish painful breathing out intense of them and her accepting them; feeding on them. His kisses on her neck and his hands move down to his jeans, fumbling, getting them down. The hard bone of a pulsing impassioned cock fed into her hands and his hands back to her head.
Morning Fire and Inspiration.
2016-03-27 21:18:03
His warmth radiates against me as he slightly leans over and brushes his lips on my neck. I feel the scruff of his unshaven cheek on mine as he reads the laptop screen on the table in front of us.
He’ll be My Muse and I’ll be His Beautiful Nightma
2016-02-20 03:08:28
It’s not that I don’t think you’re submissive enough. Or masculine and muscular enough. I see the surrender in your smile and you’re a beautiful sight. It’s not that you don’t posses the magnitude of power that I desire to be relinquished. I see it wrapped around you. Hiding you. It’s not the words you choose to share from your heart that are beautiful and sincere. I believe you. I truly do. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. I can feel you drawing closer to me…I can sense your hunger.
What’s Behind that First Strike…
2016-02-19 02:16:58
It’s the heat of your heart pressing against my own when your thoughts have been flooded with images of us painted by my words. Those thoughts ride on the current of that heat across the miles that separate us and burrow into my hungry soul.
Feverish Greedy Love
2016-02-10 15:11:13
He pushes me, kissing me hard to the wall. My back flush and hands to his head devouring him with open mouthed kisses. His hands at the front of my slacks opening them and dropping inside mauling, cupping and squeezing on the warm moist of my pussy mound. My head back, low whimpers under my throaty groans and his face into my chest. Nuzzling on my breasts and my hands dropping to his shoulders.
The Slut inside every Man
2016-01-03 23:55:28
There’s a Perverted Slut in every Man. He saw her profile and it seemed a bit out of place for such a main stream dating site. Her words were bold and he felt he needed to challenge her concerning her stand on domination. After all… he was of the male species and an expert when it came to buckling the knees of a woman. She would be no exception.
Showdowns, Making out and Stolen moments.
2015-12-29 19:17:21
Both on the couch. Face to face hours of talking issues through. Agreements made. The need to press on with their day awaits. One quick kiss lingers into another then him kissing her deeply. Holding her face tenderly in his hands. The settled conversation leading into the heating up of them. The knowing that people are waiting, work is waiting and the ‘parents out of the house’ feeling of it all.
A Spicey Christmas Eve Tale…..
2015-12-24 23:47:18
The suburbs of the house. The fine wines. The dressed for an elegant party and my dreaded mingling. Then someone talking. Someone talking about the basement and I stand discrete but close enough to listen. The obvious BDSM references and the casual interest of the faces. Long time practitioners, seasoned. I think to myself. I’m part of another discussion group but listening intently to the other. The basement is mentioned again and there’s a warmth in my stomach. A female guest speaks of whipping and my pussy stirs. My interest piqued.
Sexual Vampirism and Sexual Energy
2015-12-17 19:49:26
In sexual vampirism one partner drains the other’s sexual energy or life force. Yes.. It’s out there and yes there are people that are serious about this kind of play. Google it and you’ll get all sorts of descriptions.
Primal Hunger. Owning It!
2015-12-07 18:55:33
My drive and hunger is to recognize the nervousness in your soul, yet feel the yielding of your spirit. The ‘You’ that is presented to the majority of the world will not hold my attention. I need to smell the weariness of battle on your flesh. I need to see the gnawing need of your soul to be discovered and unearthed.
As He Gathers Up My Hair + Audio
2015-12-03 03:14:16
Then I feel it. His hands brushing across my shoulders as he reaches up to the back of my neck and gathers the thickness of my long dark hair. His fingers become entwined in the strands. Carefully and gently he reaches through the rebellious and wild pieces that have become entangled from our play. He moves them away revealing my face; with his finger pulls one last strand that has become caught between my lips and his shaft.
Pegging. Why I Want Your Ass!
2015-11-27 18:59:52
A very dear friend asked me recently why some women feel the need to peg his ass. He wanted my thoughts on this as a domme. I’ve been asked this before and have tried to offer explanations. Although always in a private forum. Some of my writings have touched on my take on the subject.
When it’s Never Enough + Audio
2015-11-19 19:44:21
He studies the just fucked, orgasmic feral expression spreading across her face. Her hands blindly place the collar around his neck. The metal and spiked choke collar they had purchased at the last Winter Vendor Fair. Still in a hazy, flushed fog, her hands work to get the collar secure while her eyes watch his. Then looking away she locks it in place. The sound bringing her back to a calm state. Her inner control of him returning and his cock still firm inside her. Deep to the hilt of the innermost of her. Lost in her heated paradise.
Wet Paper Dreams
2015-11-01 19:08:50
She kissed him on his cheek, as she rubbed his shoulders, watching him work. Days had rolled into the other as his new project took his time away from her. Away from them. Watching him she loved his dedication through the long hours he invested and was proud of him. In that same moment, there was that other side of her thinking how good it would be to fuck his ass. To have him down with her hands gripping on his shoulder blades, leaning over him and deeply fucking the ass she had been missing. Big Red going as deep as she could thrust it. The inner urge inside her soul to completely enslaved him. To feed the sadist and masochist in them.
The Primal of Us.
2015-10-26 21:55:59
Your white collared shirt unbuttoned, hanging open. Your slacks opened by me and down at your shoes, briefs down on your slacks. Or you standing straight, muscled and about to go to the park for softball. Or you standing warm, cozy, unshaven about to go out to cut wood for our fire. No difference. I have need of you. Always!
Making Dinner
2015-10-25 20:04:04
She walks up behind him as he’s making their dinner, admiring his sweet bare ass cheeks peeking through the open back of his dark blue apron. The squared front professional chef apron they picked out together, with the bow tied in the back. She rubs her right hand along the muscled globed of his ass cheeks and wraps her left arm around him pulling him close. Her face nuzzles against the crook of his arm as he touches the spatula to the chicken. The sizzling hot chicken on the indoor grill.
Brutal Nights
2015-10-16 17:08:36
The rough, thick rope was now strung between two ancient trees. The rope she watched him tie a single knot into that night. She loved the strong look of his hands while tying. The naked and muscled moving obedient of him as he tied the ends of the rope to two points hammock style. The sisal rope with the natural fibers and the knot in the center. Her eyes followed him as he turned away from her, stepping over the rope and straddling. She, comfortably dressed contrasting the naked, whipped and reddened of him. Her standing and him squatting down onto the rope. The scratchy, fiber knot fitting into the crack of his ass, wedging between the cheeks as he lowers himself down into an awkward crouching position.
Marked - Claimed - Owned
2015-10-02 18:15:04
I slip into a deep sleep and my mind is full with wanting you, needing you, marking you again. I see you in my dream...tied...immobile by the rope securely bound around you. Bound to the chair in our basement. I reflect on the muscled, naked helpless of you and my craving to mark my initials into the scar on your right shoulder. The scare I gave you months ago.
I’m a Woman First…..
2015-09-29 19:48:59
I see your male form, all muscled, cut, toned, your ass taunt and your cock hard for my attention. I can feel and taste the saliva start to line the inside of my mouth as it begins to water. The beat of my heart increasing and the throbbing between my legs, evident. The palms of my hands itch to touch you, strike you, bind you, pull you and grip you. The primal need in me rising as the predator awakens. But what keeps me engaged with you, keeps me hungry for you, keeps me panting for your taste and smell is the beauty I see inside you.
Primal Need and Ownership
2015-09-25 14:57:27
You walk naked into the living room and place my harness and 'Big Red' down on the coffee table. I look up from my lap top and you turn your gaze away. Not a word. But none needed. So many times you weren't ready. So many times we played and I prodded and poked and use some small plugs in that sweet ass of yours. But never 'Big Red'. You knew 'Big Red' meant a pounding for your ass. Meant balls deep and a ripping of your soul. You hadn't been ready; until tonight.
Aftercare and a Tender Tush
2015-09-19 06:16:03
She remembers the pics from earlier in the day he so obediently supplied her. The abuse, violation and her pride in him as he understood the importance of the lesson. The knowledge he acquired when he was not broken but renewed as he found a strength he didn’t know was there. A strength he has only with her. A strength that grows only with her.
The Fucking Machine.
2015-09-10 14:41:02
She receives his apology in her heart loving the deep sincerity in his eyes. But when he finally called saying he was on his way, she quickly set up the fucking machine downstairs. The battle between the dom and lover inside her raged.
Masturbation. Needing Me There When He Cums.
2015-08-26 15:47:09
It’s the weekend and I’m at work… again. You’re alone in the house, bored, restless and horny. You’re a fucking dog in heat and you’re blowing up my phone with your text messages of dirty words, filthy scenes, pictures of your cock and begging, “Please Miss, play along I need it.”
His Slave Heart.
2015-08-24 15:33:17
He, kneeling in the living-room next to her chair. Showered and muscled body oiled as instructed. Cage removed and replaced with a black leather harness secured around his cock and balls. Thick black leather collar around his neck, soothing his soul with the confirmation of her ownership. Chain leash clipped to it’s D ring. Sapphire blue jeweled butt plug strangely becoming a familiar part of him.
Steel Chastity Devices – Pretty!
2015-08-19 14:57:07
We all know by now that I love the look of a thriving, healthy cock. Most men think their’s is a lethal weapon. And there are those who are in complete denial about their stature or lack of one. But I do applaud a humble confidence.
Makeup Sex!
2015-08-15 05:46:56
Your face is stern. I hate it like that. I know your heart is tender in places and sometimes without thinking something slips out of my mouth, knowing as it’s on its way to you that it will be an arrow in your heart. Mentally I’m scrambling to take it back.
Cocks! The Wonder of Masculine Energy!
2015-08-12 05:36:35
The penis. It’s described and called many things: cock, dick, tool, ugly, ungraceful, lack of sensuality, a weapon (Mmmmm – maybe), a fuck toy, a cold blunt object, and by some disgusting. No wonder most men are self-conscious about their cock!
His Vulnerability Creates Magic.
2015-08-12 05:31:41
His words…I’ve heard them before from others. His desire to serve, to worship, to kneel, to obey, to give, to be denied. To suffer for me when pain is not his pleasure but pleasing is his driving force. His longing to surrender and release all of him (body, soul, spirit) to me. I listen and I wonder…will I be able to SEE him? Has he searched his own soul and discovered the ability to be vulnerable?
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