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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
~Dirk

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