Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: BDSM, girl author, dropdeaddiva, sub, dom
“And now, following many conversations,
you’re vastly awake and holding your fingers between your legs
and wanting to feel again the spark you lost so long ago.
You throb, so hot, needing, wanting, the desire is there
but your fingers are just not enough.”
- The Bride Stripped Bare
You have ruined me.
I no longer want tender moves.
I do not want sweet blissful kisses dancing across my skin.
I do not want your hand to tenderly stroke my face as you sensually devour my body.
I have had that.
But it no longer aroused me.
It no longer gets me off.
It no longer makes me scream and cream.
Deep down… I knew what I truly desired but I have never spoken these desires out loud.
I want to feel you dominate me. Control me.
I want you to take me. All of me. In every possible way.
I want you to strip me down on the bed.
I want my hands tied up to the posts and rendered useless, helpless, immobile.
I want my body pinned under yours. To feel the weight of you on top of me. Your erection pressing into me.
I want your knee between my legs prying them open whether I’m ready or not.
I want to feel your mouth rough against my...
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Fetish, Reluctance, Romance | Tags: love, BDSM, dominance, girl author, dropdeaddiva, sub, dom
She was stretched out on the bed stark naked. Her sight masked by a black scarf blindfold. Her hands tied to the bedposts.
He stared for a moment at the sight before him. Everything about her screamed of sex. Her smooth, waxed pussy gleamed with the fine sheen of her arousal already seeping out between her thighs. A goddess – she was his sex goddess.
He was positive she knew the potent effect she had on men — him most importantly —given the way that she lay on the bed with a slight arch to her back emphasizing the slenderness of her ribcage and the small circumference of her waist and perfectly showcasing her breasts to hungry eyes – his hungry eyes.
“Who’s there?” She sensed his presence.
He sat on the bed and traced the outlines of her lips. He wanted to kiss those lips and bite them.
“Please…” She begged. “Please let me go.” There was fear in her voice. His cock hardened at the way she sounded.
He was tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so that he could watch her quivering and see her eyes grow big as she begged him.
He stood up and proceeded to tie her ankles. She was pleading. In tears, she was in tears now. He loved it. He knew it was perverted. But he loved that she was pleading; that she was begging; that she was crying.
He smiled. He was going to enjoy this.
And he vowed she will enjoy what he is going to do to h...