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Corde de Soie
the art, the poetry of her naked form is apparent; it shines before
me on her frame. the sturdy framework that supports her when
she rises, when she has become weary of kneeling, supplicant to
her urges that command her to such humbling, as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed.
there is no sin upon her wounded soul when authority has been
taken from her. she has a stricturing desire to be loved, so deeply
that she must suffer to feel it. & I, out of my own conception of
love, & with the dowry of her trust, have conspired with her to be
the conduit of her suffering. there must be a period of penance, a
cleansing, & so she kneels.
as she remains submissive, I am mesmerized by her flawed beauty,
but I have obligations to perform. I stroke her hair briefly, then grip
it at the base of her neck & tug. she moans in a low tone, regarding
the pleasure within the pain.
my hand roams freely across her back; I claw at parts of her flesh
without injuring. I bite her shoulders with subdued pressure, & her
head arches back with titillation. I circle to face her, cupping her
breasts, squeezing firmly, assaulting the dark stems of her nipples
with my feral mouth.
I assist her in reclining then, & she spreads her legs with fevered
haste, revealing her beckoning temple, unveiled, undenied. my
tongue invades her grotto of insidious blessings, her torrid pip
swelling, to capture her vintage juices. the plaintive cry of a dying
bird in her throat.
after minutes of tortured bliss, she is brought to the penitent
position: hands & knees, eyes cast downward. I engage her from
behind, & our tribal rhythm is such that may only be found in the
most sublime, unwritten poetry. at the proper flux of time, the
savage torrents of our atonement release, & we shatter, in
tandem, the boundaries of heaven…
after years of subjugation, of unknowing, her sinister labyrinths
have been vanquished, & she blossoms into the light of stolen
grace. she understands that I understand, & she has no need of
a Master.
Published 9th Jul 2015
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9th Jul 2015 7:24am
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9th Jul 2015 12:54pm
my goodness!!! *fans self* takes alot to make me swoon and dammit that done it ...Top Notch Scribe John
fav lines:
the savage torrents of our atonement release, & we shatter, in
tandem, the boundaries of heaven…
enjoyed!!!
fav lines:
the savage torrents of our atonement release, & we shatter, in
tandem, the boundaries of heaven…
enjoyed!!!
Anonymous
9th Jul 2015 2:19pm
Amen.
9th Jul 2015 5:21pm
You've captured so much beauty & mind-freeing
awareness here!
favs..
"as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed."
"I claw at parts of her flesh
without injuring."
"the plaintive cry of a dying
bird in her throat."
bondage shown only to enlighten the freedoms,
enjoyed the silks of ur hot-hot & emotional
scath, sirJ!
be well!
~d
awareness here!
favs..
"as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed."
"I claw at parts of her flesh
without injuring."
"the plaintive cry of a dying
bird in her throat."
bondage shown only to enlighten the freedoms,
enjoyed the silks of ur hot-hot & emotional
scath, sirJ!
be well!
~d
9th Jul 2015 9:58pm
John!!!!
the art, the poetry of her naked form is apparent; it shines before
me on her frame. the sturdy framework that supports her when
she rises, when she has become weary of kneeling, supplicant to
her urges that command her to such humbling, as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed.
BAM! U took me for a hell of a ride in this one right from the start!!
U are so sensual, i could never be tired of you!!!
loves this!!!!
and u look great in your pic too!!!
loves you Johnny Rotten!!
Zazzles xoxoxo
the art, the poetry of her naked form is apparent; it shines before
me on her frame. the sturdy framework that supports her when
she rises, when she has become weary of kneeling, supplicant to
her urges that command her to such humbling, as if praying to be
forgiven for sins she has not committed.
BAM! U took me for a hell of a ride in this one right from the start!!
U are so sensual, i could never be tired of you!!!
loves this!!!!
and u look great in your pic too!!!
loves you Johnny Rotten!!
Zazzles xoxoxo
10th Jul 2015 12:19pm
you really are a master of words and capturing you readers. I so look forward to your posts
:-)
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12th Jul 2015 5:49pm
You're like airs for a woman's heart and cells my Knight. This
piece really encumbered me...
No words..
piece really encumbered me...
No words..
14th Jul 2015 4:37am
She feels she must suffer to feel love. I understand this. Its when you understand you don't have to and are able to chose to, let it empower you that submission becomes healthy. Your words are magic. Beautiful. 💋
