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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

'tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here

"What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you ... every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates."



Up under dress slow languid creep as musky oil from the pouting slit into panties doth seep. Soft touch doth rise up over wet smooth silky thighs midst soft moan and liquid sigh. Damp gusset spread, revealing the bud's pink throbbing headneath tangled hair luxuriant, moist and golden fair. Flesh on flesh raising breaths on breaths, tender fingers the cunt's swollen lips do fold-let the pearly bud feather-like caress, prod, and enter the gaping cleft. Middle fingers drink long and deep, lips furled round that which it longs to keep, inner lips outer lips with prodigious might, cling to the digits jelly fish-like.Fingers thrum, thrust, gyrate and stir, midst squelch, moan and soft purr, the hollow becomes ablaze with swirling light-globes glisten and gleam, golden bright bespeckling the pubes like stars in the night.Fluids gush, spasms tight, passions fires, rippling desires, fanny suck, fingers crush, heaving breaths gasp as lust dissipates and expires.
A bit of curiosity, a trip to the Bastille-Just what is the attraction,and what is the appeal? As I peek about this place, I see You are a Master, so I try a bit to hide, my heart is beating faster. But You spot me in the dark, and this night I am Your slave, not really knowing what You wantor what it is You crave.You take out a length of rope and with it I am tied, as I lay here helplessly as You try to decide.What way that You should teach me, to be a proper slave, how to act and what to do and how I must behave. You are gathering up Your thoughts, the training's not begun, and since I am at Your mercy, You have Yourself some fun. From some secret, hidden place, You bring forth a feather, and as You run it over me, I fight against my tether. You seem to take some pity, for You loosened up the rope, and I feel a little glimmer, a little ray of hope. But the torture isn't over yet, You haven't had enough, my little ray of hope is dashed, when You slap on the cuffs. Face down across Your bended knees, You beat me with the crop, tears streaming down my pleading face, I beg You please to stop. My legs too weak and shaky, I fall down to my knees,and tell my Lord and Master, I'll do anything to please. You take my hands and hold them,while You help me to arise, You stroke my hair and kiss my lips and gently dry my eyes. Other things, like whips and chains, will still come into play, but You won't take and use them, until another day. I know not of the future, or what it is You've planned, I am only here to serve You, in whatever You demand.....

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Calisto; Thanks for the link and Feed!!! :)
Congratulations on your great work

Greetings.

Anonymous said...

Well, actually my English is very limited and therefore seem funny!

I am Latino. Fervent and successful as all Latinos. Thirsting for love and madness!

Also something tender.

Greetings beautiful woman!

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......