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.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
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
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken by Eugene Reno
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
:
*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
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.
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Le mie emozioni
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
.
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
:
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
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I am rapture
at your fingertips
and beneath your tongue.
I am the scent
that makes you dizzy with desire.
I am the taste
that you cannot get enough of
the one that makes you ravenous
again and again
always wanting
another taste.
I am the skin and curves
that haunt your dreams
prompting your imagination
to soar
to heights it has never reached before.
I am the soul
that yours hungers for.
A connection
conceived with promise
strengthened
by constancy.
I am a rhapsody of delights
bound
tightly
to you…
:
*Not new but there are bindings, though not always the same.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Pinterest
What would happen?
.
What would happen if I draped myself across your lap?
Would you
could you
resist the urge
to touch the curve of my arse
to caress my hips
to run a finger along the backs of my thighs
stroking the soft, vulnerable skin
where my thigh meets my bottom.
.
Would you
could you
resist the urge
to redden that skin
with firm strokes from your hand?
Having me count each one
in brave voice
and trembling body
settling the pain with soothing caresses
your fingers making circles upon my flesh
coming ever closer to my sex
where you know
I am anticipating
I am aroused
I am wet
I am wild
for you.
.
What would happen?
What would you do?
:
©SirenSong1208
Photographer: Nirav Patel; Model: Ray Victoria
