Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Sin

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Can I be truly repentant

As I atone for my transgressions

If I adored each step

Into darkness

And would again embrace

With delight

Would allow myself

To savor

Once more

The sin

That is you

…Ravenous for the sin

For the darkness

For you

My hunger outstrips any need

For penance

My only need

Confession

Under your hands

Under you

My body spilling its secrets

In every sigh, gasp and moan

Expiation of sin

Was never more

Delicious

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from WhiteNoten


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Purr

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She tries to move but cannot.

Her arms are above her head, bound.

She can feel the warmth of her skin on either side of her face.

She can smell the faint aroma of her perfume.

Along with this fragrance is the scent of her arousal

becoming stronger

as she waits.

The blindfold lets in no light.

She does not know where he is

or what he will do first.

But she knows,

oh yes she knows,

that he will do what he wants

when he wants.

 She tries again.

Giving a small tug on her wrists.

Checking the restraints.

Cuffed and roped to the bed frame

the slip slide of rope against metal

Unforgiving.

Unrelenting.

She sighs and stops.

She stretches her body

feeling the sheets under her

her skin sensitive to any touch.

She is alert for any sign of him

her body vibrating with anticipation.

Knowing she is his instrument for the day

and like any musician

he will play her over and over again

perfecting

chords

melodies.

He will make her sing

in her purest voice.

Her song.

For him.

Only him.

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He’s still and silent.

Watching her.

Watching her face

as emotions, reactions flit across her features.

Wondering at her thoughts.

He’s restrained only her arms

wanting her legs free.

He watches as she tugs at the cuffs

smiling slightly as he knows they are secure

and her efforts are in vain.

Thinking of his plans for the day.

He observes her body.

Long, soft, supple naked skin

breathtaking curves

her nipples eager and erect

begging to be

teased

tortured

tasted.

Her sex

deliciously wet.

Of that he is sure.

He hears her sigh

and gazes at her as she stretches

her chest rising off of the bed

followed by the undulation of belly and hips

her legs lengthening

her toes pointed.

He likes to watch her stretch.

She’s like a cat

and he’s getting ready to make her purr.

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*This is not a new post but it is a favorite longer piece of mine first posted a couple of years ago. I hope the reader will not mind indulging me.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Ripe

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She is ripe

for his hands

for his mouth.

She is the desirable fruit

he hungers for

her scent intoxicating him

beckoning forth his touch.

Her essence is nectar to his mouth

and one that he will savour every bite of

his senses alive to her taste

as it lays succulent upon his tongue

subduing the ravenous beast

within.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Spilling devotion

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A playground for your pleasure

replete with velvety hollows

and silken niches

a wonderland of hills, valleys

and dangerous curves

that you navigate with the hands

of an explorer

.

My mind aflame with suggestion

as you whisper every dirty thing

you have wanted to do

since you first saw me

everything you will do

now that you have me

.

Burning with desire

minds swollen with fantasy

imagination at full throttle

spilling devotion across my pale skin

with pain and pleasure

.

You worship me hard

leaving me raw

as we become more and more

tangled with lust

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken by Eugene Reno


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Wax

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She can hardly breathe. 

With the flutter of nerves

And excitement

She is blind to all but her own thoughts.

The room is silent

But for the scratching sound of the match

Her senses are heightened

Sight and movement taken

The rich smell of leather permeates the air

She feels the comforting weight

Around her neck

Around her wrists and ankles

She knows what is to come

Yet not when.

He is a quiet presence

Watching her

Waiting for the right moment

Pleased with the sight of her

Cuffed and roped

Here for his pleasure

And hers

 

The first drops hit her bare skin

The burning pain

Melding into an ache

She feels down into her core

Drop after drop falls

Without end

The wax drips down her breasts

Beading upon her nipples

Dripping further upon her belly

Upon her thighs

Upon her sex

She is twisting her body to evade the wax

But without sight

Without the ability to move fully

She is powerless

The pain makes her whimper, despite herself

Tears well in her eyes

Pain and pleasure

Creating an unfamiliar feeling within her.

Knowing it arouses him

This suffering she endures

Knowing she’s pleased him

This excites her

Makes her hungry for him.

The drops continue to fall

Faster now

Each drop hotter

More painful than the last

She lets go

Stops thinking

As she falls into the pain

As drop after drop falls

All she can think of is him.

Silence

The wax no longer drips

Her pain starts to recede

The blindfold is removed

She feels the ghost of his touch

Lightly over the wax

Thumbing the encased nipple

And further down to spread her thighs

She watches as he looks at his handiwork

The wax itself is like a work of art

He kneels between her thighs

His fingers

His tongue

Dancing upon fevered flesh

Soothing and stimulating

And just as she slips over the edge

Into the abyss

He thrusts into her

Their pleasure delicious

The moment transcendent

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*This is not a new post. Blogged first two years ago and again last year it is one of my favourites so I beg your indulgence once again.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest

 


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Bend

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Bend me to your will

as my mind aligns to your desires.

My body aching

for the press of your thoughts

for the words that make me quiver

in delight.

Shape me

mould me

to you

as you find our tastes

mingle upon the same banquet.

Our hungers sated

our thirst vanquished

by this feast we have created

just us two.

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Le mie emozioni


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Cover me with your sin

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Cover me with your sin

Fingers threaded through with mine

Held aloft

Pressed upon soft white sheets

Stark against flesh flushed pink

With arousal

With exertion

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Cover me with your sin

As you crowd me with your intentions

To spoil

To sate

To initiate

Claiming every dark instinct as your own

As you pin me to the page

Writing your darkest prose

Seeing my response

Under your fingertips

A whorl of darkly inked curves and lines

Entwining with your own

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©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Tumblr