Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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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

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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

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Burning with desire

minds swollen with fantasy

imagination at full throttle

spilling devotion across my pale skin

with pain and pleasure

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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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Photograph taken from Tumblr


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Bound

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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…

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*Not new but there are bindings, though not always the same.

©SirenSong1208

Photograph taken from Pinterest


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What would happen?

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What would happen?

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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.

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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.

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What would happen?

What would you do?

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©SirenSong1208

Photographer: Nirav Patel; Model: Ray Victoria