Secrets Unfolded

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be. One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

Titty Tuesday

He is obsessed with my breasts, the tweaking of nipples till hard nubs appear between His fingers. The groans of sensual suffering as He bites down hard leaving a lacy pattern of pain in the visions of red welts. He marks what are His. He cups the left one as we drift off to sleep, He plays with them as we awaken each day. His hot lips wrap around the engorged nipple as the tip of His tongue flicks over the forming nub in His wet mouth. He likes to slap them and watch them bounce, He likes to use His favourite leather belt on them too. He is happiest when they are marred by that of His doing, no matter the implement used. He loves to stroke them while we watch TV in the evenings-He is happiest with a breast in hand. He squeezes them with rough hands each morning in the kitchen as I make His lunch for work, He squeezes them again once He arrives home from work in the late afternoon. There are times when He revels in dripping hot wax on the soft alabaster mounds, watching the darkened heated wax dribble down the sides, He relishes the screams and squeals I emit as He does this. I revel and squirm in the pain tainted extasy that is He. At times He will bind them with a length of black lace ribbon, tightly bound are they till a hue of purple enrages my white alabaster flesh. I writhe in commitment and lust as He uses me as He so sees fit. I am the most happiest when He is doing something to them, my breasts, my tits.

Your Seduction

I see your soul lying asleep
Naked
Vulnerable

Amorously I creep closer
And whisper tender loving words
Spouting erotic poetry

Flashing indecent images
Giving a tantalizing taste of the
Forbidden
Fruit

As your psyche is
Drunk
With the divine

I penetrate it stealthily
Deeply
Devilishly sowing the sordid seeds
Of my unique
Perversity.

Juicy Fruit Friday

Images Ravishing Her Mind

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure. One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush. Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced. Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates. Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil? It is only by enlarging the scope of one's tastes and one's fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that that unfortunate individual called man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses . . .”

Pain Is But An Echo Of Her Soul

Me And Only Me....

The Anatomy Of Me

I meet her gaze I help her standI hold my breath and kiss her hand...I see her blush her cheeks red now..I smell her hair and kiss her brow...It brings me joy to hear her speak..I take her hand and kiss her cheek...I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips...I hold her face and kiss her lips..Our love's true passions now begin...I caress her form her breasts..and kiss her skin...Our passions flow like summer rain..Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again in the woodland trees..In the afterglow in fond embrace...We speak of love and I kiss her face...

Service Of The Master

Abbe du Columier: You are not to entertain visitors in your quarters.

Marquis de Sade: I'm entertaining you now, aren't I?

Abbe du Collumier: Yes, but I'm not a beautiful young prospect ripe for corruption.

Marquis de Sade: Don't be so sure.

Devotion is showed in many factions. One cool Autumn evening she sat downstairs whilst He puttered around doing things in the basement. She played a few games on the laptop amusing herself. A distinctive grunting growl came from her left as she turned she was greeted with her Master's cock, bouncing in the low light of the room. Her eyes widened at it. How she loved to suck His cock, worshiped it even so to speak.

"..now my Precious."

Her eyes dart coyly to His face, He wore a mask of sternness as she whimpered softly turning to the side. Pushing her her head forward she darted her moist tongue along the tip before thrusting the exposed head over her parted pouting lips, taking the offering, being grateful she was offered such a gift. To be able to serve His needs without question, that is the honour in which she is devoted to Him and Him alone.

Is it wrong to love sucking cock so much? To crave it? Need it?....

A vacation away...

I miss you already My Master, my heart heavy without your guidance of hand in my life. You are the joy in which my happiness resides. Fourteen days seems like a life time without your firm arms around me. My heart is left behind, it resides underneath your pillow where I placed it. I am bound to you forever more.....I will miss the simple things. Coffee in bed, the softness of His breath against the nape of my neck whilst He slumbers, His arm over my side cupping a breast as it rises and falls with each passing breath. I will miss making Him His tea each day when he comes home. I will miss so much. Until I return...remember me my Darling...

Knowing Love,
I will allow all things to come and go,
To be as supple as the wind,
And take everything that comes with great courage...
My heart is as open as the sky
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

True is the word of your eyes
Beauty is the beating of your heart
Love is the smile on your face
Desire is the touch of your hand

To wish is to wish for you
To sleep is to dream of you
To live is to wait for you
To smile is to think of you

And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

I only wish to be the fountain of love
From which you drink,
Every drop promising eternal passion

Inside my skin, there is this place,
It twists and turns,
It bleeds and aches.
Inside my hollow heart
There's an empty room,
It's waiting for lightning
It's waiting for you.

And I am wanting,
And I am needing you here,
Inside the absence of fear.

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Love is a flame which burns in heaven, and whose soft reflections radiate to us, two worlds are opened, two lives given to it. It is by love that we double our being; it is by love that we approach Gods
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart,
For times when my life seems so low
Once he drew with one long kiss
My whole soul through my lips,
As sunlight drinketh dew.

The greatest pain that comes from love,
is loving someone you can never have.

Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance

and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live

To be angered by the fact of love is to be afraid of life.

A kiss that's never tasted

Is forever and ever wasted.....

Love Calisto

The Taming Of Calisto

You've already stolen my heart... as well as a more prominent organ, south of the Equator. I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We're all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade... the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet... I've been to hell, young man, you've only read about it. In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man. Lock her up as well so she knows how it feels! The gorgon, the sow!

Then with a passion would I shake the world

"You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest."

Knowing Love, I will allow all things to come and go, to be as supple as the wind, and take everything that comes with great courage...My heart is as open as the sky. What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. True is the word of your eyes. Beauty is the beating of your heart. Love is the smile on your face. Desire is the touch of your hand. To wish is to wish for you. To sleep is to dream of you. To live is to wait for you. To smile is to think of you. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.I only wish to be the fountain of love, from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion. Inside my skin, there is this place, it twists and turns, it bleeds and aches. Inside my hollow heart there's an empty room, it's waiting for lightning. It's waiting for you. And I am wanting, And I am needing you here. Inside the absence of fear.

For This day and many more lifetimes..

"Other women said they have seen angels, But I have seen thee And thou art enough."

I remember as though t'was yesterday, two years have passed and flown over our heads. Like the wind that caresses our world, you caressed mine for months over distance and folly. You showed the way to my salvation, that there is good in the world, if you but ask gently for it. I will never look back on once was, but what is, and what will come. You are my life, the breath of my Life. His happiness is her joy and she would not change this for any bauble, or thing of value. For He is priceless to her. Thank you for being in my life, and showing me the way. I am no longer a little girl lost. Happy Anniversary my One. I love you more today then I did so yesterday.

In this world full of hurt and pain, I need someone who would help me through the rain. To comfort me when Im sad, Doing everything just to make me glad. In this world I need a Brave Knight, Who would never give up any fight. A knight who would dry away my tears, Telling me to overcome my fears. A knight who loves me for who I am inside, With him there's nothing more I need to hide. A person who will still be standing strong, Eventhough everything has gone wrong. I need someone who is willing to give me more, Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor.

He once so said that to that of I, "...I am no knight in shining armor." I always knew He was mine, even if He did not know this at that time. I did. And He has yet to disappointment me......

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....

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look’d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said - «I love thee true.She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream’d - Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream’d On the cold hill’s side. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.

{John-Keats}

Because

For dawns in orchid gossamer gowns,

For peaks that wear the sunrise crowns,

For the winds that make the violets nod.

For sunsets burning in the sky,

For homing clouds that hurry on by,

For night that in blackest velvet shod.

For summer suns, for winter snows,

For autumn dressed in vivid calicoes,

For the smell of springtime's rain-wet sod.

I love you,

Because you have done,

More than any creed,

Could so have ever done.

To make me good,

And more than any fate,

Could have done,

To make me happy.

You have done it.

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign,

You have done it.

By being yourself,

Perchance that is what being,

In love is,

After all.

Her Homage

I sit and ponder

Contemplate thoughts

The creaking pew

The sight of flaming candles

Comforts me

Lit by those who seek

Who show respect

For the one of this house

So that He can hear their thoughts

Fears and sins Old grandmothers cloaked in black

Limping from age and ailments

I acknowledge them

With an impassive smile

What is one so young doing here?

Ha! It is as if they are the only ones

Who can visit this house!

And touch base with Angels and Gods

Although I

Don’t know

Whose house

This belongs to

I think He left long ago

But the walls and icons

The Gold and tapestry

Rhythmic chanting

The candle keeper

At the door

The tinkling of coins

Falling silently on velvet

Or on each other on a good day

Reminds me that

This is His place

Why in particular

I dwell at this sanctuary?

There are others

Everywhere and anywhere

Perhaps because I have

Been to this place Since I was born?

Maybe that symbolises Something?

Lately I have neglected

This place

One night I shall return

For what I don’t know

Perhaps to revel amongst purity

To find peace Even when

He Isn’t home....

untitled words

How do you write a poem about Love?

It cannot be caught

and is beyond words’power of depiction.

It has no place to be, all places are filled

with Love.

Without Love would

any

thing have any savour?

Love is what joins

Love is what flows

Love is what counts

Love is what grows

Love is what’s known.

Love is all around

Love is all about

Love is all we ask

Love is all we give

Love is never having to say your sorry

Love is all I have.

Love wants nothing

Love needs nothing

Love misses nothing

Love excludes nothing

Love is what this is all about.

Joining, flowing, counting, growing,

knowing around,

about asking,

giving, having

All is Love,

of that I have no doubt.