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The BDSM Tango
one…
He… extends his hand, waiting for her acceptance.
She …
curtsies, her demure gaze beckoning him like a sirens song
He…
gazes at her with unnerved thoroughness.
The dancehall is like no other .
No pictures adorn the walls .
Her body, the only canvas he will need.
Colored solely by the lash of his whip.
One lash…two lash….back lash…pause Back arched, she absorbs the feel of him.
One step…two step…back step…pause Red stripes sink into a white canvas.
Three lash…four lash…front lash…pause Soft whimpers echoing through the hall.
Parallel foot… cross foot…double time The aching tension between them builds.
Brazen hands breach her every defence With the onslaught of raw physical force.
Shuddering with desire
She relentlessly, grinds her hips against his.
Their bodies collide
Deep into the vortex of heady sensations.
Radiating in each others heat
Burning…Trembling…Yearning...
The music stops….until the next dance begins.
https://youtu.be/3ZIsFEpTy2U
He… extends his hand, waiting for her acceptance.
She …
curtsies, her demure gaze beckoning him like a sirens song
He…
gazes at her with unnerved thoroughness.
The dancehall is like no other .
No pictures adorn the walls .
Her body, the only canvas he will need.
Colored solely by the lash of his whip.
One lash…two lash….back lash…pause Back arched, she absorbs the feel of him.
One step…two step…back step…pause Red stripes sink into a white canvas.
Three lash…four lash…front lash…pause Soft whimpers echoing through the hall.
Parallel foot… cross foot…double time The aching tension between them builds.
Brazen hands breach her every defence With the onslaught of raw physical force.
Shuddering with desire
She relentlessly, grinds her hips against his.
Their bodies collide
Deep into the vortex of heady sensations.
Radiating in each others heat
Burning…Trembling…Yearning...
The music stops….until the next dance begins.
https://youtu.be/3ZIsFEpTy2U
Published 13th Dec 2016
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28th Nov 2022 4:20pm
I can't forget the night that inspired this write ... (shivers). Oh, how we danced in our mutual darkness. First to the music we always had playing in the house ... as you held me so possessively, your strong hand at my back, your scent -- masculinity and need mingled w/ your favorite cologne -- so intoxicating, and the look in Your eyes ... as if you would eat me alive
And then you whispered in that oh-so-sexy Brooklyn accent that you wanted, no needed to see me dance, but now at the end of your whip. A sharp intake of breath with each lash by both of us. And a hiss of desire and appreciation with each stripe on my flesh. Then your skin pressed tightly to my wounds, to both torment and soothe with your sweat, burning and branding me yours. I love you Dean. And I miss you so ...
And then you whispered in that oh-so-sexy Brooklyn accent that you wanted, no needed to see me dance, but now at the end of your whip. A sharp intake of breath with each lash by both of us. And a hiss of desire and appreciation with each stripe on my flesh. Then your skin pressed tightly to my wounds, to both torment and soothe with your sweat, burning and branding me yours. I love you Dean. And I miss you so ...
