Thursday, September 2, 2010

Short circuit....


Breathing deepens to a moan of pleasure, fingers search out the ever present triggers of ecstasy. Gently at first, gathering the hardening buttons into tiny points, feeling that surge of sexual electricity that short circuits the boundaries of Drabworld. Lashes close to raise the carnal red velvet curtain on the tawdry strip club stage of my dark inner self; the strutting slut in a dark alleyway, the innocent bimbo bound and gagged by the slavering, sex starved gang, the horny housemaid caught using Mistress's dildo....

a girlie sigh from parted lips, harder now pulling and twisting as the charge increases it's potency, my hips writhe, moans form into gasps. Heels raised high on black spike heels, legs parted like a harlot, back arched like whore. Pain morphs into pleasure in this ritual bargain struck deep in my perverted libido......poor victim or willing accomplice....the pleasure scales sway like my hips, inviting and provocative.

Rosebud...



satin glides over linen, nylon whispers against nylon, my fingers caress and encourage, a g-string cleaves my tight little rosebud. My own hands coerce and tease, they are the agents of my deepest, darkest desires. I arch and oblige, they part my cheeks to display for inspection my pouting pussyhole.....

in the dark corners......


The early morning light crept through the blinds and caressed my eyelids.....
.....half awake now, I shift my body, brushing the cool hotel linen provocatively over my nipples. I stretch and sigh as my clitty responds as it always does, hardening to a perfect uncut teeny clitty. I ease back the white sheet to reveal my freshly smooth body, my legs scissor savouring the silky smoothness as they glide over one another. I lightly run my finger tips over the length of my lush body shuddering with excitement, they stray down over my belly below the tiny triangle of pubic hair to where my clitty bounces eagerly. I flex and writhe as my fingers tease my shiny glans, imagining cock enfolded by my lips in eager tonguing kisses. I flip over, reaching under to stroke as I arch my back and feel my cheeks part slightly and my pussyhole pout. It's a delicate, tightly furled rosebud that longs to be filled and stretched. I gasp my way to orgasm as lurid images from the dark corners of my mind flash behind my eyes......