Author: Fia Naturie

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

Tears

Would someone cry a lifetime of tears?
If you no longer exist?
This pain needed a catalyst.
And it was you….

Pain caused by the thing
in your chest you call a heart
that claims to beat
but refuses to sleep
refuses to soften
refuses to shut the fuck up

and keep reachin
for some kinda touch
you say it’s lust
but you flinch
when they kiss you
say it’s love
but you bite down
every time they get close
say it’s damnation
but you’re the one
holdin the match
smilin while it all burns

You want to take me to your hell
You want me to feel what?
Pity
Another day, another lifetime maybe
I guess you will have to wait for those tears.

15% Given

I stifled myself in front of your eyes

 I pulled back so much so I can get your “Hi’s”

 Sitting in this corner and watching you all be you

 I would love to be the true me too

 But I have given my word and I will only give 15%, as I sigh

 15% is not much in this whole big pie

Like a Vine that crawls and creeps on walls and in the dark

 I have found other places where I can light the inner spark

 So, I will give you what sensibilities will allow

 And when I need the darkness, I will go away just for now

Why I walk in the Rain

I walk in the rain so my tears can blend
But these tears don’t blend
They scream pain with every red drop

 I walk in the rain to cool off my skin
You can see the steam rise as every drop hits
And still it cools off nothing

 I walk in the rain hoping to forget
The smell of you as you lean in
The feel of your hands wrapped around mine

 I walk in the rain  in Hope
That the end is never really the end
That your goodbye was from a whim

 I walk in the rain to hear The Thunder Rolls
And matches my internal conflict
Should lightning strike and put me out?

 I walk in the rain…… a lot 

Cock Delusion

Him

You want to talk or…
You want to you know…
We can skip the…

Her

Why is it when you want to fuck
your vocabulary vanishes?
Your ability to string a sentence together
must be connect to your balls

Him

Why are you being so…
I treat you so sweet….

Her

There you go again
Maybe your jizz needs to be tested
Maybe you hold the breakthrough we
need to move the IQ score up

Him

Jeez you are making it hard to speak
You make it hard to concentrate

Her

Ahh, I make it hard
real hard or is your vocabulary stuck on hard?
You need the pressure to go somewhere?
You need assistance?

Him

Yes baby, Yes

Her

Baby??

You need to say something that would entice me to come close, unbutton your pants and let out that hard cock

Him swallowing

Her

Come, come say something

Him

Just let me into that perfectly pink perfection of a pussy so I can cum and get my head what it wants

Her

Your cock is delusional.

(Hey, fire starters felt like joking around tonight. lol)

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)

Dontea’s Level of Hell pt 2 (English)

I will wait
For time is neither fast nor slow

You will be here
in my bed, on the floor, against the wall

There is no place
That is more sacred than in me

Moving past the insignificant wasp
I watch you ingesting the fluidity of muscle

If it were in me, I would whimper
Like an animal that lost its precious toy

We both will wait
tormented by societal norm’s

Meaningless words
said out of an insignificant mouth

Your mouth is what is need
Your soul is mine to bend

“You will not speak of this to a soul,” I whispered
Riding my untamed stallion to completion

Once my name is uttered
Then you are openly mine

There is a circle
Within the circle, things are done
Things are said
Things that are better off dead

You have entered my circle
My Hell

Pleasure intense and relentless
is a hell on the body and mind

I must control my savagery
Innocents is best taken slowly

In secret, I enjoy my own release
No one else will enter this inner sanctum

…To be Continued….