Repeat your sins...

Oh, I dare often my dear Molon. Perhaps always, pushing the limits while proving there are no limits. ;) And I adore surprises. 'titillating, exhilarating, and luscious all at once' that is music to my ears... and my body too. I love it when someone gets my kink ink. Makes the writing of it worthwhile.

Your sins are really hot.  Keep on writing.

Oh yes, I am going to burn in hell for my sins. But someone else will burn in me first sharing in them so I don't suffer alone down there. ;)

But that person gave their seed.  You are strong sexy woman.

Safety is a place where control is metered. Mastered. Mentored. Monitored.

A leash allows the length of its reach to subduct the tyrants of distraction.

Hold me right here.

Now, who's in control?

Who really holds the leash wears it, and who is on the leash merely holds it.

Inversion.  Letting go is strength. Holding on is tethered.

Is any place really safe. If I am going to be reckless then it will be the biggest collision you have ever seen. Who's in control? it's you, it's me, it's the devil, it's god - and it's nobody... And I want to know your darkest desires. I want to become them. So put the leash on me and I will lead you to them taking any and every route possible.

Seeming recklessness is a strategy

Somebody plays chess. ;) That does not surprise me at all.

Yes, our sins are made for repeating. I must say, it would be a great honor to be spat upon by you.

Damn Viking, why am I liking that so much. lol Perhaps I am your Viking princess and you know how rough we can get. :p All the spit, blood, and *** you could ever handle... And so many sins to repeat. But you better handle with care because you never know who is going to get hurt the most. lol

Absolutely awesome relinquishing the power, trust and desires
Go gorgeous great job
Love and light
Ron x

And in relinquishing it, maybe I have the true power. And in doing so I can be taken to all those place I need to go. So far off the beaten path you will wonder if you wandered into heaven or hell. But really you just wandered into me. Let's turn the light out for a while... You know you want too. ;)

Oh yes! If you had experienced this with me my dear SMS, you would no doubt relive it over and over again. And then I would give you something else to live for, and eventually they would all just c*m together in a massive confused mess of debauchery that causes the demons to become unsettled and look away. Damn right, toys are fun... punish me so that I cannot walk straight. * innocent look, f*ck whatever * In trouble, the story of my life. Keep rambling... ;)

I’ve got dozens of sins.
Everyday is an opportunity to break rules, commandments, have sex in public places, you name it ..
Like that spit line
Imagining that’s you in that picture dressed for church.  Think of the fun.  Forget the commandments, just commands from this bad lieutenant.  Over here now, bend over and touch someone.

Bodacious write
Yo over here

BIG BUSTY LIKE

RL - ROUGH LADY AWARD

Share them all with me. I bet I can make you look like angel. Maybe a fallen angel but still you get the point. Read me the commandments you wrote on the fall. All the things you wanted to do in heaven but couldn't. Bring me to your hell. And all the public places... UNUSUAL PLACES... And let's worship, and the sermon today is whatever you want it to be. And the altar is a set of shackles, the holy water is well nevermind. I have to make it worth the Rough Lady award.

Well, lookie who wants another ride or two or three at the rodeo.  You gonna have to wait mam a minute or two so cowboy can reload his gun!!  LOL

Your poem, a clever cover in getting what you want, another session.  : )

The only sin is assuming the above top has structural integrity!  LOL!

When you come at the rodeo I am going to shake until I throw you off. Those damn guns need more shots is all I have to say about that. But I can reload them quickly. Damnit, I am not selfish - okay * eye roll * I don't mind getting what I want. lol The bottom without the top is just an empty vessel. You can deposit stuff in there but you can never capture the soul.

Just to clarify, "The only sin is assuming the above top has structural integrity!" I was referring to the lingerie top in the poem's picture not to the person on top. My comment wasn't clear. My bad.

Haha... You are fine. I read things in so many ways but the top in the picture is divine isn't it? The thing that's most clear is you are here, and I appreciate that. ;) I hope you are having a great day.

You know when I write about BDSM, it really means "Broke Down Sex Machine".  Lol.
Not really.  But that sounded funny.  

I tend to write about the nuance of the moments, and not much the physical.  That's where you come in, all the torrential downpouring of the physical essence of it all.
Carnal.   Ying needs the yang.  
You bring the "bam"!

So long as the reason for the breakdown is me. lol But I am sure there is a youtube video with instructions how to fix you again. No video needed on how to break you, I got that one down cold. Are super hot as it were...

There is so much to be said for capturing that nuance, it's definitely a skill and you are very skilled. ;) Let me write the physical in your head, I like that job. Yin without Yang is incomplete and it takes all the joy out of my world. And I find myself doing nothing but longing for that masculine energy. And of course always wanting to bring the 'bam' that happens when it combines with mine.

Generation after generation we remake the world and everything changes yet nothing really does. Our spirits are the same, trapped by our sin we change everything just to find our sins are the same. So we look for what we need with sex and pain our spirits distained, only to find our spirits grow no matter how much we torture out souls. Everything and nothing mean the same, I close my I and fall from heaven, knowing there are many paths on which to climb. Deep and insightful prose needing oven gloves to read and love.

History repeats itself. I have been taught that lesson in so many ways. And we think some things don't happen any more but they do, and maybe you are told no one will believe you. And maybe that's true because most people don't want to see those things. The things that 'don't' happen any more. Sometimes you find salvation in unconventional things. Maybe you are trying to recreate something but it's the only way now. The only way to find some peace from your anxiety. And the harder you fall the better it starts to feel. And you worship on Mount Hermon, telling the 'Watchers' to do what they will with you. After all they fell from heaven not for watching but for wanting to do more than that. Damn, got pretty serious there. Just put the oven gloves on and handle me already. :p

Hey Jay, I am so happy you chose to embrace here. ;) There is so much power in relinquishing control, maybe it's your, maybe it's his but who cares. When he traverses his fantasies in you then they become yours too. Well at least that's how I feel anyway. Because satisfying those desires is what makes me feel alive. Your pleasure is my pleasure... And that is a sunburn I always want to get. It's what I need most.

To have one give all without restraint is pure and unadulterated!!

To take that power is pure and unadulterated too. Or maybe it is really dirty and completely adulterated, oh yes! if I am going to get dirty then may as well go all in. And I think I know what you would do with that power Tim. :p I can definitely imagine that, and live that.

Sins are for the living  

This poem is the good times  

Meet me in London in August  
It will be HOT and HAPPENING  

I don’t drive so Metro all the way, believe you have some experience riding that train …

I’m all in and this poem ROCKS

ICONIC ACTUALLY

Sins are for living...
And London is amazing anytime.
The history, architecture, so cosmopolitan - the darkness...
And there will always be remnants of me there.
As I wandered the streets... begging Jack the Ripper to come for me.
Taking chances that I shouldn't. It was a crazy time.
To be a teenager roaming London. Losing yourself...
To be blowing up your mind... and body...
I miss it so much. No other place is quite like it.
But you can visit me, because I offer everything on my tour.
London Metro- Stay tuned, more on that soon.
ICONIC Love!

With you I would be fire, I would be water. I will burn in your fire, I will drown in your water

I douse your flame and the evaporation is divine.
All - the fire and water, coming at the same time. I drown you.
But it is a beautiful death.
And the steam puts on quite a show.
Ultimately the fluids will always win.
Putting out the fire for a moment. But only a moment.
Before it burns again, insatiable burning...

I am passionate about you. Your desires are making me miserable. I'm trembling all over and melting in your fire.

That's a great question, what would you do. If you had total freedom with no repercussions. If you was restrained, but with no restraints, could you move beyond the blocks? Could you have pain and pleasure bond to a blurring state where shame and pride becomes one. Tight piece  

A great question isn't it? ;) Well I certainly cannot explain that here. What would I do? What would I have done? Perhaps you just want someone else to decide sometimes. To sate their darkest desires and make them dream of the Darkness forever more. Where those blocks are shattered, they cut and they hurt but it definitely starts to blur in the eyes of desire. Always love keeping it tight!

The confession booth may have just caught fire. Proceed with caution.
Hot write Ms. Kristina.

Haha, the confession booth caught fire I love it. I have been called a little arsonist here for some reason. lol I suppose I do like starting fires so yeah, proceed with caution. I have a way of getting people to do things they need forgiveness for, and then do it again. :p But is it really my fault, well probably but I am forgiven too hopefully. Thanks so much for coming to my booth and sharing your confession with me Wally.