Sunday, July 10, 2011

Corrupted


You have corrupted my senses
I see your whip
and where,
 I should feel only fear...
I tremble with desire
craving the pain
searing into my skin
the burning pool
deep in my belly
setting flames of lust
licking through me
You've addicted me
to the intensity...
to the power You radiate
as You hold my fate
in the palm of Your hand
exposing my rawest needs
In each blow that lands
you have taught me
to feel love


Saturday, July 2, 2011

My Master Is So Mean to Me



























My Master is so mean to me
He plays with my body squeezing me,
Fingering me and caressing me endlessly
Driving me to a grasping, frenzy
He likes to see me squirming, panting,
Writhing and whimpering, in tears,
Begging for release
He keeps me on the edge
Left in a almost constant state
of needy, aching arousal
Broken by shaking
crashing orgasms at His command
He is so wonderfully mean to me.