I picked my poison.
I was lost in the amber liquid of your eyes.
Housed in a tempting presentation.
Topped with sultry words.
Two contradictory reactions occurred.
Simultaneously.
Lips above became dry.
Lips below became wet.
Yet nothing was done to appease.
The closer the temptation approached.
The desire illicit a want
To take you whole
Should I choose my end?
Or wait and pick another poison.
I waited.
Anticipated.
Trying to get you,
Where I need you.
Inside me,
Want you to ride me.
Maybe tie me,
You know what I need.
My intention,
Your discretion,
Not mention,
Our affection.
How I like it,,
When you bite it
When you lick it ,
Before you give it.
I was moaning.
You were groaning.
As you grind in,
From behind and,
I Couldn’t take it,
As you claimed it.
Wouldn’t stop it,
If I wanted it.
Moving faster,
Everlaster.
To what we seek’n,
As we peak’n.
Flying higher,
With desire.
Then,
Thunder.
As we fall under.
Completion.
Do you see me?
Do you see I did my hair?
The way you like it,
Cascading down to there.
Do you see my face?
I did my lips,
So, you can trace it with your fingertips.
My eyes are done as well.
Lined as dark.
As an ink well,
Do you see my dress?
It’s barely there.
Slit so high.
And cleavage almost bare.
Do you see my feet?
My toes to be exact.
I know how you like to hold them.
When I’m on my back.
Ahh, you do see me.
And I am pleased.
You put down your paper.
And get on your knees.
Should I be quiet?
And not tell a soul.
What you did,
And losing control.
You looked up.
With a contented face.
I’m for your pleasure.
Not a drop should you waste.
The night was early.
And we just began.
Next, I’ll be against the wall.
If I can’t stand.
(Copy the link and I’ll read it to you Fia xoxo)
I want to play,
Who is willing to take my hand?
This is no ordinary game.
I want you to understand.
The room will be dark.
The candles will be lit.
The cross is up,
your knees you will sit.
If you are scared
to have this kind of fun.
Maybe another time,
right now run.
Silence is required
until I say.
Follow my instructions
In this game I play.
There is a name,
I want to be called, understand.
It starts with an “M”
You’ll say it on command.
Are you ready?
Then take your place.
The door is closing,
the lock is are in place.
I see the tremor
is it in fear or are you excited?
It is time to zone out.
No one else is Invited.
Fia xoxox
Let’s make cream
For every desert
From strawberries
To blueberries
To what under that shirt.
Let’s make it sweet
To counter the tart
From wicked decadence
To your beating heart.
Let’s make cream
That has a drizzle of red
When dripped on top
Goes right to your head.
I want to make cream
But I’ll just dream of it
Instead
Moaning and groaning
As plums dance in my head
With a sigh
And a whimper too
Can’t make cream
With out you.
He said to kneel and take it all in
He wants me to take it all in. The beast is in control. Will he make it to the end? That is the question.
Hey, my beautiful, enlightened, deviants. Here is the scoop.
I added to the Beast Freed poem since I had a reader on my other site feel a bit lost. So, I started the story, and it will be graphic. I am going to lead you down the black rabbit hole.
My Vampire story will be wrapped up soon and my reverse haram story will be getting fleshed out.
As normal I will put a letter rating on top for warning and the triggers. I hope you enjoy what I put out because I love it.
Till next time Fire starters. Fia xoxox
Welcome to my restaurant. Please feel free to enjoy this delicious food. I am at your service. Let me tell you the chef’s special.
Beginning of the meal
Appetizer.
Deviled eggs.
The texture is firm and smooth.
Next
Pallet cleanser
White wine. It’s dry yet satisfying.
First course
It has to be moist and flavorful.
It should awaken every atom of your being.
Criadillas
Once on your tongue we cannot stop the moan that will escape your lips.
Main Course
Caldo de Cardan
Served in a warm soup. Swallowed whole or taken bit by bit.
By the look of your mouth, you’ll be able to take it deep and swallow.
Desert
Well, let’s just say I am here to serve. Do you have a sweet tooth?
( Criadillas is stuffed testicles and Caldo de Cardan is Bolivian Bull Penis. Interesting meal wouldn’t you agree? Fia xoxo)
I don’t know.
What don’t you know?
I want to tell you.
Then tell me.
No, I guess it’s not right.
Then show.
Really?
Yes.
Is it so simple?
Nothing is simple.
But you said—
I gave you an opening.
You gave me-
An opening.
Close your eyes.
No.
I can’t if you watch.
Then you shouldn’t.
I want too.
Do it, don’t think, go by instinct. I will not run.
Blood rushing through restricted veins
Moving into touch, to taste.
The barest of pressure.
Entrance granted.
Sweet and decadent.
You stopped.
Will you allow me to go further?
Didn’t you want to go deeper?
Yes.
I’ll open for you once more. Take what I give you freely.
Really?
Yes, Really?
Do you feel my eyes on you?
Your every movement is cataloged in my mind.
I know you do.
By the way, you look over your shoulder in a crowded room.
The way when you lift your cup to drink and let it sit on your lips as if you know that is where I want to be.
Your casual sitting position is disrupted by a hardness that should not be.
You feel me, don’t you?
You unbutton a single button to not feel restricted.
Your breath in deep filling a space
Just wait.
Let them leave.
Once the lock has clicked
It is time.
Let me fully see.
No one will know that I see everything.
Every little nuance
The essence of you.
You stifle a moan as you handle what has taken control.
Firmly held, not too tight
rhythmic movements
Eyes watch the clock on the wall.
They will soon return.
Let me see you be free.
Tick
Faster
Tick
Faster
Tick
Spectacularly unhedged
(Who said working a 9-5 doesn’t have its perks? Fia)
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