Author: In-This-Room

“I intend to cover all doubts, that distant dream of having your desires given due deference will no longer be deferred. Together we will draw out the ideas you’ve envisioned so that I can draw them on this dashing canvas of yours. Each section of your body will be delicately covered using every brush flick and stroke to delineate in detail all you deserve.

Any delusions that pleasure will be diluted will be drowned out by delight piercing into the depths of your soul till imprinted permanently. Each injection of color meant to dissolve tension and demand your body reaches the highest apex of delectation. Every design depicted on your skin will be to declare ecstasy is my gift to you till you become delirious.

You said you were a fan of tattoos. In this shop my hands and lips the gun. Tongue among other things the needle. The ink is the rapture you feel during my time with you and the thoughts that run through your head looking at the work I’ve done.
The sweat, messy hair, henna hand print on your derriere, and fresh smile on your face is payment enough…till next time.”

“I intend to cover all doubts, that distant dream of having your desires given due deference will no longer be deferred. Together we will draw out the ideas you’ve envisioned so that I can draw them on this dashing canvas of yours. Each section of your body will be delicately covered using every brush flick and stroke to delineate in detail all you deserve.

Any delusions that pleasure will be diluted will be drowned out by delight piercing into the depths of your soul till imprinted permanently. Each injection of color meant to dissolve tension and demand your body reaches the highest apex of delectation. Every design depicted on your skin will be to declare ecstasy is my gift to you till you become delirious.

You said you were a fan of tattoos. In this shop my hands and lips the gun. Tongue among other things the needle. The ink is the rapture you feel during my time with you and the thoughts that run through your head looking at the work I’ve done.
The sweat, messy hair, henna hand print on your derriere, and fresh smile on your face is payment enough…till next time.”

“You’ve the power to turn men to stone. All you have to do is avert your gaze make eye contact and a man will stop dead in his tracks in hopes that he can receive just a few seconds more of your attention. Your beauty is such that Aphrodite becomes envious when you enter the room, Hera puts the shackles onto Zues, and you are charitably attributed to be a missing Charity sister. It is for this reason I’ve stolen Cupid’s bow & studied the arts of Artemis so that every shot I aim in your direction hits its mark.

You’ve listened to siren songs promising pleasure yet are constantly left crashing against nudnik banks. How about you take my hand and allow me to take you on an erotic Odyssey? No tricks or Trojans, you come first.

Lightning is thrown from tongue as it bolts across your breast sending jolts of moans traveling through Hades reviving senses you thought were once dead. Fingers trek upward along thighs tickling lock with hopes of opening Pandora’s Box that allows the chaos of euphoria to be released. I seize the Trident of Poseidon as I kiss, touch, and lick to release the oceans of pent up frustrations and imbue you with this new thing called satisfaction. Read more »

“I order you expressly when I need a jolt out of reality.

You’ve become my vitamin B & caffeine, I need it

I’m addicted.

Between you & I I have to admit I’m a borderline fiend.

Beginning to end I love the full process.

A slow burn till your contents bubbles over

The slight tilt to pour you in my cup

Topped with a nice caramel & whipped cream’

My name is called, “Mr. Cornute, it’s all yours.”

You have become my diet guilt with an extra shot of pleasure.

I enjoy you with two holders wrapped around my hands,

I grip them tightly as I lift you to my lips.

I want to sip you slow, because drank too fast would be such a waste, I need to make this last.

You are a luxuriating blend.

An exotic special order hailed from a land I cannot pronounce because with the next sip my tongue is occupied trying to mentally describe the differing flavors that play hop scotch across my taste buds.

I plan to consume you all night.

I carry you to the chair in my study. Read more »

“Consider each thought fletching, a precise guidance mechanism, I want to make sure that each arrow is headed in its intended direction

Context & inflection the nock, cocked against intellect & pulled with the interest I have in you

Confidence the shaft, imbued with the need to see you smile & infused in the belief that the flight is worthwhile

Compliments the arrowhead, the tips have been dipped in the elixir of charm plated in silver tongues that would make devils blush & render their pitchforks dull

I take aim at every vital portion; the first shot to penetrate your mind in order to expose your inner thoughts & watch as your reservations spill on the floor

Second sent flying to your emotions acutely tuned to pierce through walls built with the mortar of past heartbreak and intimate disappointment

Third sent towards the heart in order to activate all sensors & communicate with the soul that it is time to awaken

Fourth, fifth, & sixth arrows are now on course to strike every feeling, nerve, and chord

This bow’s strings will continue to sling till I hear my target sing Read more »

“You’ve had your heart broken

You’ve watched as those crude emotions spilled over contaminating the waters

I just want to show you how to feel without drowning in your thoughts

Separate the oil from water, emotion from feeling

While there is nothing wrong with grieving if you spend all of your time looking back at what once was you will miss what’s to come

Hungover, waiting for the next shot from a bottle that’s empty

Keep reaching for an illusion that seemed real

That John Doe Joe Schmoe fusion that got you high but didn’t leave any remedy for the withdrawal

I get it, you believe there will never be another like him & to that effect you are correct

There will be something after him & then something again that when measured will be even better

That wall has you keeping ships at bay when what you need is to take one for a ride & escape the day drift in the night & let the winds sift through your hair, carry your longing away

Take a dip, just enough to get your hair wet yet able to safely stand Read more »

Playing With Fire – Article IV of the Contract

The belief is that I cannot control it. Once it is lit the fire will take on a life of its own.

Even the slightest bit of oxygen breathed on it will result in a stable flame churning to an amazing conflagration

Yet here we are putting kindling on

I want to walk the tightrope over the boundaries you’ve built and tap dance on wires connected to explosively charged emotions

There is a thrill being surrounded by a ring of fuel & watching as the sparks of conversation lick the liquid till it ignites the next topic & engulfs both time & distance

Intellect is matched evenly coated in the gelatin of charisma struck against boxes of subjects creating enough friction that once lit anticipates kissing the tip of the wick and waxing on till the oil runs dry

This sulfuric mixture of unfiltered humor brewing below the surface causes eruptions of faithful laughter. Playing with fire is dangerous yet here you are flirting with me while scorched with a devilish grin flickering across your face & I will sit with pitchfork in hand prodding to make sure that it remains Read more »

“He slowly walks behind you, grabs you by the shoulders and ties a dark cloth around your eyes and with his lips next to your ear he whispers
“I am kidnapping you tonight”.

He then grabs you by the arm and leads you to an undisclosed location.
He removes your shoes, shirt and again puts his lips next to your ear and now whispers,
“Tonight I will abscond with your inhibitions”.

You feel something cold slide up your spine then sprinkle down your neck, your back and softly carresses your tail bone. It moves under your chin, glides between your breast and then slowly falls onto your nipples inside your bra.

You feel your bra being pulled against your chest and then quickly cut away from body. Your hands are restrained above your head and then a hand slowly traces your ribs, your hips and as his hand creeps into your now unbuttoned pants you feel lips next to your ear whispering “Tonight you belong to me.”

You feel your hair pulled and a tongue run along the nape of your neck lobe of your ear bitten and as your pants are being unzipped you feel lips next to your ear and he whispers
“I will steal your weariness from you.” Read more »

“How do you feel?

I look with my eye’s & hope your spirit can read my thoughts. Your face still blushed from the activities of earlier, smile still fixated on your face.

I kiss your lips then whisper in your ear

“I want to play a game”

I take your hand & guide you to the bathroom where the shower is prepared just for your enjoyment, at the temperature you like.

I step in with you & begin to wash your back, slowly making my way down to your calves, your ankles & work my way back up.

Grab your hair & pull ever so slightly to the right, bite your neck as I run my hand up & down your body.

Turn you so the water can massage your back as I wash your chest, your legs, then grab your hair & pull ever so slightly to the right…run my tongue along your ear.

Grab your hair & pull slightly to the left & kiss your neck as I position your leg on the corner & massage your clit…yes, just like that. Read more »

“Let me set this drink down. Let’s play a little game, kiss & tell.

I kiss your neck, right below your ear lobe & let your reaction tell where to move next.

Allow my hand to trace your hips & my fingertips to kiss your pantie line then I’ll look into your eyes to read how you feel.

Unbutton your shirt, unsnap your bra, lay you down & pour the warm oil over you, allow it to kiss your skin then massage your muscles so they can tell me the stress you’ve been under & what I can do to remove it.

Slide your hair away from your neck, rub your shoulders then kiss your neck again, add a slight bite behind it & let your deep breath’s tell whether you’ve enjoyed.

Switch positions, have you lay on your back, slide your zipper down with my teeth & allow the oil’s to kiss your legs. Then massage your thighs, move to calves, feet then remove anything remaining unless you tell me otherwise.

Beginning at your ankles, kiss your legs moving north, moving them in the opposite directions then trace my tongue along your body till your body tells me I’ve found the right location. Read more »