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Friday, April 18, 2008

The Devil Has Cold Hands

Cold hands caress under the softness of blankets, the palms rough and unforgiving. The room is black abyss of darkness-the silence deafening a roar in my ears with my eyes clenched closed. Expertise of fingers find their mark, the harden pebbles of my desire score out my guilt as my lips part in a unforgiving sigh. The explosion of pain stings a kaleidoscope of colours as my body stiffens to His command. Fingernails dig into the soft confines till a angry red conforms my attitude. His growl makes me submit to all that He offers as my heart swells and soars finally freed from my inner inhibitions. I give myself to Him, all of me, my heart-my body-my soul are His to mould, that is my gift to Him the very depth of devotion and love. He will understand one day how deep this runs within me. For I am the light and He is the darkness. One can not have one without the other. He shows me the dark side of my thought-wants-needs, I shall never deny or push way Him away for that is a transgression that would cost me dearly-but I am tempted to invoke the wrath of His desire as the pressing of His cock jabs into my bare back-He is coiled against me like the hooded cobra ready to strike. As if on cue betwixt His fore fingers a pert twist that ravages my senses and tears apart what restraint I still held. There is no other that can fan the flame which burns within me, and drips from my cunt the honey that He has made. I can feel the imprint of His fingers score me like a blank canvas. The pain of His love I bear. For every flame is started with a spark as He coaxes me onward. Red trails of welts converse my body like words of His devotion. "...I am His and I am beautiful...." This only because He makes it so. My world. My Life. He is the axis in which my world spins, as I moan softly His name, my spine arching in response as only He can kindle. The fire burns through me as I let Him bring me pain-a deep reflection of His love for that of His First. I let His hand push my thighs apart as He delves into the wetness He has created. I now let the fires of my desires consume me as He devours me whole.......

Calisto...The Demon....

1 comment:

D'jierke (The One) said...

Each night as I drift off to sleep and each morning I awake, I breathe in your scent. I grope your breasts and I press myself against your naked body. A daily ritual at your alter. It is but simple supplication and thanks for your gift.
You are Mine. I will never let you go. I will stay by you forever.
Your One

That's Life

That's Life

The Master Of Her Domain

The Master Of Her Domain
There is One for everyone. The Master of my Domain is the axis in which my world spins. There shall only be but One. Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold......