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The Vineyards #poetry

5/22/2013

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 Walking along the grassy knoll, my hand you take.
You take control.
The sun is strong and warm and comforting.
The breeze light and teasing.
You tug me near and I feel your breath.
Will you sink your teeth into my skin? Or will it be soft caress?
Kisses along the inside each breast.
Soft and new, warm and true.
Moans of pleasure fill sweet scented air, as your fingers thread inside my hair.
As you lips move along my renewed skin, filling me with hope.
Edging me with desired need, as my breath hitches and holds.
I lean back as you draw me into your arms, and to the ground.
My heart unsettled, as it begins to pound.
Gentle heat envelopes every pore,
as your body presses against mine,
as your lips press against mine,
as your want presses against mine.
As you make me whine and as you tell me,
“You’re mine.”

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Master-bation

5/18/2013

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You’ve received your instructions. And you lay out the crop, the nipple clamps, and the vibrator. You’ve never done this yourself and your relationship is so new. So—freshly shaved and your damp strawberry scented hair causes you to shiver, as you splay it out around your head on the soft cotton pillow. The sheets are cool against your warm skin and your nerves-mixed with excitement causes flutters of emotions to erupt in your belly.

With one hand you take your soft warm breast; your fingers work their way to the nipple, until you force a pointed tip. Taking the cold metal clamps in your other hand you open the clamp, something you’re slowly becoming accustomed to. The weight is more then your old ones and the pressure stronger.

Closing your eyes as the clamp pierces into your tightened pink nipple, you imagine it’s him doing it and instant feeling of wetness seeps in between your thighs. You take a shuddering breath, opening your eyes you repeat the process on the other side; the chain link is resting between your heaving breasts as you count. One, two, three…all the way to one hundred, you were told, with your eyes closed. Your mind focused on his face, your body focused on the sensations rolling up and down your skin, tingling, radiating outwards from your nipples like a drop in a pond slowly reaching the edge.

Once you’ve reached one hundred, you reach for the crop beside you. You were told one swat for every year of your age. Spreading your legs; your hand reaches between your thighs. You slide your hand over your pussy once and as you pull back up you pull yourself open. You know you cannot go lightly and this isn’t the normal riding crop, just a triangle of black leather. He said for each light swat you must add ten more.

Biting your lip you send the first swat to your pussy, dead center. Hmm. The sound was more then the bite, you think. Two, three…you open your cunt further, as you continue picturing him, smiling and nodding. Slowly you begin to add in your own fantasy; hitting the insides of your thighs. You run your free hand over and one finger inside yourself. You want to ensure you are wet on the outside. You bring your fingers to your mouth to moisten them and replace them over your pussy, back and forth you rub. You continue to punish your pussy; gasping as you go slightly harder, faster, harder.

 Finally you’re finished counting and you set the crop down. You hear only the fast pace of your breathing in the room. Next you pick up the vibrator and you’re surprised that you’re clenched so tight that only the head can fit inside. Playing this into the fantasy, you begin to beg for it, for him. Needing him to spread you open and fill you up.

You slowly work it in, you breath is rapidly getting away from you as your muscles adjust to the intrusive vibrator. Then you turn on the vibrations, but it’s not enough. You clench your thighs together and roll on your side moaning, needing release, and wanting it so badly. Your hand touches the crop and your fingers curl around it. You begin to punish your ass this time, lost in your fantasy of you and him. And like a pulse of rapid fire of the stings on your butt your climax begins to take hold and your breath is caught in your throat. You start to squirt out, as you land that last blow on that spot on your thighs right below your ass, where he likes it. Your tongue licks across your lips in satisfaction, for him. Warmth and a flood of heat consumes you as your orgasm continues to flow through your veins and pulses from your core. It causes your body to convulse in quick jolts. You flick off the vibrator and release the clamps, which causes you to suck in your breath; your eyes flutter, exhausted from your session.

You toss everything aside and curl up for a nap, drifting into dreams of him.

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You will never see me #poetry

5/16/2013

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Picture
Lilacs smell so pretty today
the sun so warm
My heart feels so heavy today
when will I learn

Wishing for a love that will never be
Dying for something you will never see
Me
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RUNNING LATE

5/13/2013

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 written 3/31/2013

Sounds of running water, splashes, splatters, rapping, and tapping. The roll of the bathroom door tumbles open. The sharp smells of cologne, aftershave, shaving cream and soap meld together with steam, it pushes past him and toward me.

I know we're going to be late. I wait in my knee-length pearl colored cocktail dress; sitting precariously on the edge of the backless stool at the bar, in his open concept kitchen.

"Ready?" I lick my lips.

"Not quite." He motions to his bare chest.

I grin; slide off my stool and begin to remove what clothing he does have on, as I kiss his lips gently.

"Kasey, we can't be late." He says, as his dark brown eyes scold me, but he makes no effort to persuade me to stop.

I tease him, not allowing him to kiss me and pull away with each attempt. I push his hands away with each advance, as I make my way down his fragrantly strong neck; listen to his breath as it hitches with each kiss that I nibble and suck, on my way down. His chest is peppered with light brown hair, and I tweak his nipple between my teeth.

His hand grips the back of my neck tightly.

Yesss. I move to the other nipple to excite him further.

His eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans. His opposite hand is between the apex of my thighs; through my nylons and panties. My hands slide over his firm cheeks. I tease him further; not touching his fully erect cock as it throbs. The tip of the neatly trimmed seven inch pleasure maker is shimmering and waving at me. Begging for me.

I moan, as the wetness begins to soak my lacy thong and nylons. My arousal scents the air; overrides all of his masculine ones. I pull back and pull my panties and nylons down.

He stops me; spins me and leaves them at my mid-thigh. He bends me over the back of the couch, adjacent to the bar and lifts my dress slightly.

"Please!" I moan, as he delights in the view.

His dick slices into my tight pussy, tighter because my legs are in nylon restraints.

"Fuck!" I call out.

He matches me with a groan as he thrusts into me.

I gasp; no words can escape, as I lose my breath. He presses his cock so far inside me and massages my soul. His weight bears down on my backside and one hand is between my shoulder blades. My pussy tightens on every thrust.

"Kasey, come for me." He says.

His words smack me right in my cunt and I can't control my climax. I claw at the couch and try to arc back. His forceful hand on me holds me steady. He bulges inside me and it tears at the seams.

"Oh baby, it hurts it's so tight." Tears form in the corners of my eyes.

"Shit!" His warm creamy goodness overwhelms my small overfilled chasm and squeezes out around him. His tremors continue, as his orgasm does. "Kasey, you're a naughty girl." His head rests on my satin beaded back.

Streams of cum trickle down my legs, while his pounding chest and heat radiate on top of my back.

"And you love it." I smile to myself.

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