S.J. Warner's Blog, page 21
July 28, 2014
New Look, Huge Thank You!
Good evening all.
I don’t know whether you have noticed or not but my lovely little blog has had a dramatic facelift thanks to the marvellous Ms Tammy-Louise Wilkins. She has worked so hard to improve the appearance of my baby (and put up with me worrying and stressing whilst she was doing it lol) and I have to say she has done a truly wonderful job and I’m over the moon with all the changes she has made, please feel free to wonder around and take a good look at all the fabulous new features.
I can’t thank Tammy enough for turning my blog into a true beauty.
If you would like to find out more about the lovely Ms Wilkins and her wonderful work please head over to her blog http://tammy-louisewilkins.blogspot.com and also on her Facebook page http://facebook.com/thelifeofthelivelovelaughgirl
She is a wonderfully talented lady and I highly recommend you do.
Thank you so much Tammy!
Much love,
S.J xxx
July 27, 2014
A Cinderella Story
A Cinderella story
But not the one of old
There is no magic fairy
In this tale that is so bold
Instead a tale of love and vice
Will unravel before your eyes
A story that is naughty and yet so nice
For in this tale the prince of old is in for a surprise
The dark haired vixen
A vision that appeared before him
With just the right prescription
To save him from the boring mass and lead him into sin
They dance until the clock did chime
Their bodies pressed so tight
The feel of her against him was oh so sublime
Until she did take flight
The prince he did chase after
Looking everywhere
Suppressing his laughter
When he saw her shoe on the stair
Following the trail of clothes
That lead him to his room
He saw standing almost exposed
In the candlelit gloom
Silently he entered
And grasped her wrists with might
Quickly he turned and centred
Her beneath the canopy where he would suspend her tight
Her gasps and shocked expression
Served to fuel his need
And now bound and helpless she would see his dark obsession
Before he gave his seed
Reaching for the sharpened blade
That hung upon his hip
Pulling it free from it’s sheath, the shining length displayed
And with it he began to cut until she could be stripped
Turning her away from him
A riding crop he grasped
Using the stiff leather to skim
The beautiful skin of her ass
With a talented hand
He caressed her flesh
Before bringing the crop to land
Upon her swollen heated cleft
Her cries aroused him to the max
As he continued to strike
Watching her body contort and shake
As she rushed to her climax
Releasing his length he sank deep within
Her heated moans so delightful
As finger stroked her button of sin
His arousal now so painful
The thrusts becoming fast and hard
His groin banging against burning ass
Pounding her with disregard
Then with a flick on her clit they exploded together so fast
So that was the tale of young Cinderella
She captured the dark heart of a Master
Her plan it seemed had been quite clever
And now she had her happily ever after.
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture sourced from Pinterest).
July 26, 2014
Patience
She sits and waits
Eager to tease
Needing to please
She sits and waits
Waiting for him
And their evening of sin
She sits and waits
Clad in black lace
Anxious to see his face
She sits and waits
With every tick of the clock’s hands
The fever inside increased with thoughts of his commands
She sits and waits
Patiently for his arrival
Yet desperate for his appraisal
She sits and waits
Until she sees
And falls to her knees
And waits…
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture sourced from Pinterest).
July 24, 2014
Love Is Always The Destination
Here we are at the end of this poetic journey, parts one and two are posted (if you click on the highlighted words they will take you straight to them) and now it’s time for the romantic finale.
Hope you enjoy,
Much love,
S.J xxx
The connection was made
A meeting of bodies and minds
The love they would now make only displayed
The bond that was made when their hearts combined
The journey they took
Each time they made love
Could be misunderstood
And taken as tough
But as he filled her completely
Holding her tight and still
He knew what they had was perfect for they loved deeply
Quietly embracing her body until
The time was right
He needed her back from sub space
Removing her binds and blindfold, giving her sight
Knowing instinctively when she came back into their place
Slowly then he moved
Taking time with his strokes
Her gently moans telling him how she approved
How he loved her fully as he softly spoke
Words of love and pride
Of how much she pleased
As he continued to ride
Making love with passionate expertise
The intense connection
Bringing ecstasy forth
Their intimate interaction
Would never be forced
Pressure building
Bodies tensed
Sensations so thrilling
Their climax intense
The calm after the storm
Their bodies entangled
In loves true form
As tension relaxes into quiet trembles
He held her safe in his arms, mind in silent reflection
Their journey through submission and Domination
No matter what others said had been an easy one
After all whatever path was taken…
Love is always the destination.
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture sourced from Pinterest).
Journey Through Pain
This is a follow on to The Beginning Of Pleasure and will be followed by another poem (Love Is Always The Destination). If you haven’t read part one then just click on the above link.
Much love,
S.J xxx
Prepared for the night
By his gentle care
Bound and without sight
Thanks to the blindfold he’d placed there
Her body quivered
With anticipation
Waiting patiently for strokes that would be delivered
A far cry from their previous sophistication
Now naked and bound
With legs spread apart
She revelled in the calm peace that she’d found
When she’d handed him her heart
The first blow was a shock
Sending white heat rushing
Her while body rocked
The pleasure that followed oh so engrossing
His hand soothing her heated flesh
Before bringing the leather
Down once again
Her swollen lips so wet displaying her pleasure
Those hands
That had pleasured her many ways
Across the welts they felt like sand
Sending delight coursing in waves
The sting of the strap
So hard and so sharp
Held her attention rapt
As in her mind she envisioned the marks
Marks that would be left on her skin
Each stripe pushing her closer
To becoming unhinged
An internal battle raged as she fought her composure
Then one final flick
“Now little one”
As leather licks clit
And she came undone
Her essence did pour
And her body contracted
Their breathing was coarse
As their bodies connected…
To be continued.
© S.J Warner 2014.
(picture sourced from Pinterest).
My Angel
In my darkest hour
An Angel came to me
When loneliness came to devour
He came with a guarantee
To take me places I’d never been
Both physically and emotionally
To show me things I’d never seen
To love me unconditionally
He showed me far off places
So magical and beautiful
He used my dreams, yet was never invasive
He fought the evil and those so unmerciful
He was never dismissive
Of my deepest fantasies
Helping me to explore a side so submissive
Bringing my pleasure from dreams to reality
The love I feel for my Angel
Grows stronger every day
As does my courage to explore and be experimental
For with my Angel there is no fear, knowing I only have to say
If things become to much or become detrimental
You see he loves me and will never lead me astray
Our meeting was ordained, was not accidental
And now I hope and pray that he will always stay.
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture sourced from Pinterest).
I need to say a huge thank you to my good friend Steve Richards for without his book Opus Angelicus this poem would never have happened as it was in my dreams that his Angel whispered these words to me, so thank you Steve
July 23, 2014
The Beginning Of Pleasure
A black tie dinner
The perfect black dress
All evening the tension did simmer
Her heart racing beneath her breast
The journey home
Filled with delicate touches
and hands that did roam
Telling her tales of a night full of pleasure
Shutting out the world
As she placed down her bag
His attention now completely on His lovely girl
And the pleasure they would have
Turning her to face Him
Gazing into her eyes
Fingers on leather, tracing
The belt that would chastise
Kneeling now before Him
His hand her lips did touch
her heart filled to the brim
her love and passion almost too much
His fingers stroked her with reverence
Before sliding down the zip
This night would be about endurance
Not a minute of pleasure would they skip
Lifting her gently to her feet
He led her to the room
Stripping off her dress, surprised to find nothing underneath
Placing her in position He stopped to admire her bloom
her lips glistened and quivered
As He prepared her delicate skin
her whole body shivered
Eager for pleasure to begin…
to be continued.
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture borrowed from my fabulous friend Master Black).
ALWAYS AND FOREVER , BY SJ WARNER
I was invited by the wonderful Mark Davis to write a romantic poem for his romance event, thank you again Mark. Here’s what I came up with and Marks interpretation of the picture that I chose to go with. Mark has invited some truly wonderful poetesses to join him for this event and I highly recommend you take the time to read all the other posts.
Much love,
S.J xxx
Originally posted on Mark Davis Author / Poet:
Always & Forever
By SJ Warner
As the heavy door opens, my eyes adjust to the inner gloom
Love rushes through my heart and soul as I see you
Waiting in the centre so patiently
Anticipating my arrival at
Your side
Standing there next to your friend looking so proud, so calm.
Any nerves I have disappear as I begin to make my way down the aisle
Nearing you with every slow, precise step
Dad holds my arm, his pride in his little girl showing on his face.
Finally at your side he places my hand in yours
Our eye meet
Revealing in each others appearance
Each touch, each breath, each carefully spoken promise
Verifying the weight of our love until
Eventually we hear those words and our lips meet
Responding to each other, sealing our vows forever.
c. S.J Warner 2014.
You can also find SJ Warner’s other works…
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July 19, 2014
In Sir’s Chair
In Sir’s chair
she had thought she was clever
When she had found pleasure
her fingers playing at leisure
As she sat naked on leather
In Sir’s chair
she had been watched
As she teased and touched
her behaviour had shocked
Had angered and displeased
In Sir’s chair
she was now waiting Him
To punish her for her sin
her pleasure she knew belonged to Him
Not to be taken on a whim
In Sir’s chair
The leather lashed
Oh so fast
Pain and then pleasure making her gasp
Until Sir finished His task
In Sir’s chair
her flesh burnt
her lesson well learnt
And now ecstasy was earned
As Sir took her with vigour, their love for each other confirmed
In Sir’s chair…
© S.J Warner 2014.
(Picture sourced from Pinterest).
July 13, 2014
#LaceChallenge Thank You!
And there you have it. The door closes on #LaceChallenge and I’ve got so many people to thank.
Firstly my wonderful guests for without them there would never have been a challenge at all, so huge thank you’s go to…
Thank you all so much for dropping everything and writing such wonderful lace pieces for me and the challenge.
Next I have to thank two wonderful ladies who worked so hard producing banners and teasers for the challenge…
Emma thank you for the wonderful banner!
Angel Parkinson for all the wonderful teasers!
And finally I have to say a great bit THANK YOU to each and everyone of you that has taken time out of your busy lives to read, like, comment and share each and every post! YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY ROCK! I’m truly grateful and love you all loads!
Now I’m off to sleep for a while lol.
To quote Mr Springer “Take care of yourselves and each other”
SJ xxx
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