Author: beautifullybrkn

She sat hidden on the closed balcony of the night club; the mistress of Surrender. Tonight was no different than the others, she was dressed in a new outfit as she rarely wore anything twice and while there was a strict dress code for attendance at Surrender, she was never one to follow the rules she set for others. A pristine set of pearls closed around her slender neck three times and a cream lace dress hugged her skin from her shoulders to her mid thigh. The dress had a deep v in the front and she could pull the material away from her body and drape it just below her shoulders to expose her breasts if necessary. Of course, the lace being see through as it were, gave a delicate and lucid covering atop her pink skin and her darker pink nipples. Read more »

She felt every hard thrust of his body against her own. He used her hair as an anchor, yet another way her body became the epitome of betrayal. Her hair, simply a tool to be used against her. Moans left her mouth and the sound of her voice seemed like that of a stranger. How could this man bring out a whore she didn’t recognize? The heat was rising in her stomach and chest as she stay there on her knees rocking back and forth between the crowd and his cock. She closed her eyes to save herself the embarrassment though the head mistress had other plans. “Look at us, open your eyes young lady! Look at all those you serve.” She opened them and locked eyes with a man in the crowd, her own Dominant. She neared orgasm and mouthed the words “Please Sir, may I cum?” He shook his head with a strong NO and tears began to flood her eyes.

Lean into me, feel my desire for you as it radiates from every inch of my body. Gaze into my eyes as they communicate things words never could. Hands exploring each other; every time as if it were our first meeting. Thoughts racing as every fiber of physical and mental are stimulated.

Lean into me as the world somehow fades and crashes around us at the same time. The only two people that matter in this calming chaos. Lips finally meet and time stops. Just two people who secretly pray their offering is enough. A small spark flickers as breathing quickens. Lips part and yours find my neck, just below my ear. You breathe deeply and lose your hand in my hair. Pull me close to you, let me lean into you.

Every inch of your body enveloping mine. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs all tangled in you. Your nimble fingers facilitate such wonderful torment as they pinch and pull in all the right places. Deliver ecstasy as I can’t help but lean into you.

In seconds the words you say to me can have me swelling with pleasure and cursing your name all at the same time. The mere thought of you taking the control you only elude to is intoxicating. You make one simple statement that my submissive mind instantly interprets as a command and I want so badly to obey, to give in to my nature and please. It’s as if my very existence depends on my ability to accommodate your requests. And in those moments, those tortuous moments when the seconds tick on, ringing in my head, the ache between my thighs spreads like a wildfire into my belly and reminds me over and over how I have relinquished control to you. It doesn’t matter how small or how large the control I’ve given, but that I have. I want to do anything possible to ensure your favor, to ensure the pleasure only you can cultivate. I want to prove to you how much I deserve every ounce of indulgence that strikes. I imagine it like a piano key striking a chord. The need radiates out in waves like sound until I become this needy girl ravenous for orgasm at your will and not my own. I want you to witness how feral I become and to see the burning desire in my eyes. I crave for you to understand how the electricity runs through my body and is a delightful debilitator when you exert your force over me. I fear I’ll never have the right words to express those moments. Might I propose you never stop and perhaps one day I’ll be able to explain how needy my cunt becomes and wants every part of my being answering to your mercy. How long must I beg for you to take what is yours?

He saw them, for the first time, her lips. They were so delicate and yet looked as if they could cripple any man. He wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel them against his lips, against his skin, against every part of who he was. He was mesmerized by them and watched as they moved when she talked, how they glistened when she moistened them with her tongue. He was envious when she’d withdraw her lipstick from her purse and apply his favorite shade. He wished he could feel the way they would yield to the pressure of her delicate and precise application. He imagined his thumb caressing each lip; upper then slowly the lower as he gazed into her eyes, somehow communicating all the depraved things he wanted to do with and to her. His rough calloused thumb gliding over her smooth mouth. He imagined he’d never grow tired of this experience, tirelessly worshiping a part of her body that has brought him so much pleasure in past fantasies. He would repeat this motion, then, when his carnal desire assumed all control, he would pull her face to his and finally taste her lips. Two people crashing into one another exploring the sweetest of flavors and fragrances. Read more »

She drew out a side of him he didn’t often see, if ever. She piqued his lust in the darkest of ways like no one had before her. This side of him stirred a bit of fear to settle just under his skin. His heart would begin to race and most days he couldn’t distinguish if it was from that fear or the uncontrolled excitement of this newfound darkness.

She encouraged his sadism to a level he didn’t realize was there. Now, however, it was being brought to the surface, pushing him closer to that fear and excitement. Truth be told, she wanted this side of him more than she would admit. She craved the darkness he wanted to ignore because it matched her own level of iniquity deep within.

He didn’t trust himself with all the ways he wanted to hurt her in order to prove just how much it burns when you play with fire. Yet, despite his prudence, she wanted it to go further, she wanted him to hurt her and take her so deep into the darkness, unsure if he’d leave her there and return only as often as would please him. Read more »

Lay down on the bed side by side. Share a promising gaze. Bodies move, a change to accommodate the fire stirring within one another.

Body on top of body, both facing down. Strong arms, legs, all muscles enveloping the one below.

Lips caressing the crook of the neck from behind. Soft skin begging for those same lips to never stop.

Arms wrap around pulling them closer together. One hand discovering breast, the other discovering warm heaven between legs.

Bodies open to one another, inviting every touch and invasion as a sacred offering. One voicing their supplication, the other basking in the worship.

Defined lines begin to blur, two bodies appear as one. Lost in the desire to disappear from the world and experience a high that’s indescribable. A high that surely humans must become gods to experience.

When the seconds that feel like minutes that feel like hours that feel like days pass, lovers are left coveting this covering forevermore.

Sitting, behind the glow of a computer screen. Fingers tap away, notes never neglected. Soft skin stroking hard keyboard. Eyes drawn to their nimble nature. What more are these fingers capable of? Only time will tell.

Eyes meet, smiles exchanged. Cheeks begin to blush. A secret to be kept, but so hard not to share. A heat, an excitement welling inside. Can it be detected by the naked eye? Intentioned words, statements, glances. Is there a hint of flirtation? Only time will tell.

Daydreams at the office. Close the door upon entry. Is it locked, will they notice? Whispers are required here. Thumb grazing lips, pushing past just inside. Heat of breath, a welcomed sensation. Thumb grazing teeth, tame the animal side. Palm enclosing on chin pulling faces closer . Eyes meet, fire smoldering just below the surface. Is this a dangerous distraction? Only time will tell.

Lay down. Skin slides across the sheets. Naked form, the most pure and natural. Fingertips trace eyes, nose, lips. A memory born, saved, imprinted on the mind, never to be forgotten. Eyes meet, gazing into the other. Gazing through the other. Words exchanged without a single sound. Soft breathing with the rise and fall of chests.

Lay down. Do not leave until the sun breaks through the window. Perhaps even then, do not leave. Stay and revel in the most pure and natural way. Bodies tangled. Pleasure, pain, all the same. Skin slides across skin. Each consumed by the other. Soft breathing not enough. Lungs filling faster and deeper. Eyes meet, the fire of desire recognized. Burning at the core.

Lay down. Disappear in the depths of indulgence. And yet, experience the highest of highs. That which cannot be fabricated by any other. That which will be sought after until laying down for the last time.