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July 9, 2014
#LaceChallenge by Jamie B
“Someone had to pay for this with Love”
She dreams of castles,
Kings, Queens and Knights…
He wants a stranger,
to kiss him on first sight…
She likes pretty flowers and
the scent of a yellow rose…
He loves visualising,
her explicit naked pose…
She wants his protection,
to be safe in his arms…
He wants to undress her and
be seduced by her charms…
She likes the White lace,
so soft upon her skin…
He likes the Black leather,
it fills him with dark sin…
She wants to taste heaven,
like the movie scripts sell…
He wants her to devour him and
drag him down to Hell…
She likes it soft and loving,
so gentle and so kind…
He loves it rough and ready and
dirty fucking from behind…
She likes it in the dark and
quietly closes her eyes…
He loves to see her naked and
hear her scream and cry…
She loves to drift off,
him wrapped around her…
He wants to keep going and
have the action recur…
She loves him so much,
wants to keep him near…
He gently whispers the words,
he knows she wants to hear…
She’s totally besotted and
knows that he’s the one…
He’s such a fucking fraud
escaping once morning comes…
© Jamie B 2014.
(Image sourced from the internet).
Find more from Jamie by heading over to his blog
#LaceChallenge by CJ Heath
The Lace Ribbon.
Naked as required,
Nude as desired,
She waits on the block
With her shackles unlocked.
With poise and great grace,
Her hands at her waist,
She bears their gaze
Through the smoke filled haze.
She turns when she’s told
Staying meek and controlled.
The Master’s dictate
Determines her state.
Her arousal shows clear
As the bidders drew near,
Inspecting the wares,
Not a thought for her cares.
Her thighs clenching hard
A bidder raises his card.
She caresses her breast,
Makes her Master bid best.
The hammer falls loud
Her nipples stand proud.
Her Master has won
The auction is done.
The men gather close
They envy him most.
He still owns her heart
As she bends, feet apart.
She spreads herself wide
Master slips inside.
As the others watch on
He slides hard and long.
The contract was signed
This act is the bind.
Witnessed and applauded
His purchase is lauded.
Grunting hard with desire,
Her loins all afire,
He quenches her ardour
Though still he grows harder.
He withdraws without haste
This act just a taste.
When they are alone
She will show she can moan.
She falls to her knees,
Hands raised to submit,
Wrists crossed together
To be bound forever.
His hand in her hair,
So golden so fair,
He undoes the bow
And her hair cascades low.
Binding her tight
To her lustful delight.
The cotton is tied,
Her eyes open wide.
The ribbon that ties
brings tears to her eyes.
Not harsh! Not the case,
A soft ribbon of lace.
“Bound for a lifetime,
Always to be mine,
Tethered with lace,
to remember your place”
“I shall serve you all days
and serve you all ways,
I am yours to debase
So you bind me in lace.”
With vows spoken aloud
And with roars from the crowd,
Master and slave
Became bound till the grave.
© CJ Heath 2014.
Find more from CJ by heading over to his web page
July 8, 2014
#LaceChallenge by Mark Davis
Lace Lover
Closing her eyes
Enchanted
The soft lace touched skin
Revelled in the sensation
Caused a stir within
The lace bra cupped her breasts
Nipples made so tender
Knew when he lay his eyes upon her
Helpless she would render
Wrap her arms around him
Caught in her lacy web
Against his ensnared body
Feel his resistance ebb
Anything she wanted
Would be hers tonight
She knew the awesome power
That came with this lace covered sight
Tease and sit astride him
Look him in the eyes
Moving back and forward
Stockings against his thighs
Lift waiting breasts to lips
Through the lace feel his soft bite
Squeeze all his juices from him
On this lace inspired night
© Mark Davis 2014.
(Picture sourced from the Internet).
You can find more from Mark by heading over to his blog
You can also find him on Facebook
And his work is also available from Amazon
#LaceChallenge by Ethan Radcliff
Bound In Lace
He sat in his leather chair
He waited for her to enter
Her face stern and her hair
Pulled back and ready to banter
Her voice was low and sultry
As she called him Sir on entry
His smirk revealed his intent
She’d submit become his pet
He held out his hand to her
She backed away why the deter?
But from her purse she pulled lace
Black and ornate with a happy face
Take off your clothes he demanded
She obeyed his order as she handed
Him the lace to see what he would do
“I’ll bind you my pet then arouse you”
She felt her body give way as her juices
Began to flow for her Master’s uses
Now she was wet
Her body so very set
To let him have his way
With his sexy play
He got up from his chair
Wound the lace around her
With it he tightly bound her
Undid the bun as her dark hair
Flowed upon her creamy skin
Tonight there would be no end
He laid her on the large bed
Spread her thighs and then he fed
On her soft wet lips unfurled
She wriggled her hands were curled
Because her body wanted to release
He stopped and smiled so pleased
“What do you say my pet?”
“Sir please may I cum, so wet”
He lowered his dark handsome head
And licked her as her orgasm shed
It’s nectar that her Sir gladly accepted
He untied the lace as was expected
And let her settle down some
“Now my pet it’s Master’s turn to cum”
She took that soft and silken lace
First took a satisfying quick taste
Of his pre juices and tied the lace
Around his cock then buried her face
And obeyed what her Master wanted
She took his cum and licked her lips
Her domination was undaunted
Her rewards a long deep kiss for this
His sub, his property, his little miss
© Ethan Radcliff 2014.
Find more from Ethan on his blog
And on Facebook
He also has a new book release: The Taming of Molly Jenkins which you can purchase from Amazon , Barnes and Noble and Smashwords
July 7, 2014
#LaceChallenge by B.L Ronan
detelle.
the blue-black of dusk spilled its inky hue across the once pristine sky. the expanse of the abyss held not a single cloud, yet the heavens held no beacon of light – no shining star. time moved forward and yet, time ceased its heady beat. the orchestra of life fell into complete and utter silence. the impending wait was finally over but all around her cowered, quaking in the shadows.
alone, she stood rooted – tentative, anxious, yearning for what was to come. her spirit felt tangible as the tethers of his song danced along the chords of her soul. she basked in the decadence now saturating her skin and the dizzying pull of hastened breath. he, in all his beautiful darkness, was approaching to stake his claim – to bring her home.
there was no softness in his hand, nor gentleness to his soul. yet she revelled in the bittersweet intoxication of his allure. he owned her. his sinful debauchery now flowing in the very marrow of her bones.
he was a man of leather and lace – of unbendable steel. she feared him but her terror inflamed her passion and he became the most addictive of drugs.
the racing of her heart was a vibrant bass within her ears and she swayed, overcome in the rapidness of his approach. the strength in her knees failed and she fell onto the soft grass below her. she brought her trembling hands to her parched lips and was startled by the rough lace now encasing her soft skin. in but a breath of a moment, she knew, without a doubt, that she was truly his.
blinded by her tears of humility and profound joy, she was unaware of his presence until strong arms pulled her to her feet. no emotion broke his mask, but she could see the slight flare of his nostrils and the flame now burning in his eyes. she surrendered knowing she no longer belonged in this world or to herself.
it was time.
he took her hand, led her away and with it, the suffocating darkness.
life again moved forward and the world once more found breath. under the star strewn sky, all that ceased to be but a moment ago was forgotten except for a blackened strip of infertile earth imprinted in lace.
c. 2014 b.l. ronan
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You can also find her book saudade on Amazon.
#LaceChallenge by Steve Richards
Lady of Lace
She was in life
A Lady of Lace
Delicate features
Porcelain face
In youth she wore
Such daring fashions
Lace topped stockings
Inciting passions
Flared out skirts
With tiny waist
And petticoats
Of finest lace
Stiletto heels
Kidskin gloves
Looking her best
For the man she loves
Nights of desire
Nights of joy
Nine months later
A baby boy
Wrapped and swaddled
Tiny red face
Peering out
His shawl of lace
Adoring doting
Mother proud
Shows him off
To all around
Then puts away
Her youthful clothes
Gives up her dreams
For now she knows
Her life has changed
Profoundly so
As through the years
She sees him grow
Into a man
Both big and strong
Her thoughts recall
A past long gone
Of dances
And a life fast paced
When she stepped out
In finest lace
She opens the drawer
Of her worn nightstand
And carefully removes
With frail hands
Her youthful clothes
That she’d kept all along
Lays down with them o’er her
Smiles and is gone
She rests in her coffin
I kiss her and sigh
Pull down her veil
And say my goodbye
In death as in life
A Lady of Lace
Delicate features
Porcelain face
©Steve Richards 2014
(Picture – Pinterest, source @Elizabeth Messina statigr.am.com)
Find more from Steve on either of his blogs – http://opusangelicus.com or http://opushadraniel.com.
You can also find him on Facebook or on Google+
He also has a fabulous book starring the most sensual Angel ever, head on over to Amazon to purchase.
July 6, 2014
#LaceChallenge by Suzzana C Ryan
Tattered Lace
Soft winds blow in from the sea
I’m no longer young and free
Time has caught up with me
For I cover my face
With tattered lace
The waves have hit the shore
Each one an open door
What happened to those days?
When I walked upon the shore
My future bright in so many ways
I never asked fate for any more
I cried
I laughed
I loved
I tried
We giggled as days drifted by
So like the tiny sands of time
I cover my hair now with tattered lace
Enhancing the grays around my face
But I have no regrets
As I glance into your eyes
Because you’re savvy and so wise
You saw my once beautiful face
Now like the lines of tattered lace
Because of you I have no regrets
For you can only see
The beauty in me
My love, my life, my destiny
Time has been so kind to me
The sands wither away each day
And we hold on to the molding clay
Of life’s special surprises for us
We’ve earned this day without a fuss
To now finally walk the shores
Of life and finally no more chores
Or strife
Just life
For you
For me
For eternity
You lift my veil of tattered lace
To kiss what time could not erase
© Suzzana C Ryan
2014
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#LaceChallenge by Debradml
A LACEY TALE
Excitement grows
Deep down
In her soul…
It has been forever
As she prepares
For her date…
A connection
Grown over time
Now finally to be face-to-face…
Awoken from her thoughts
Her door bell rings
A delivery man with a package…
Within the box
She finds a note, a rose
And a beautiful set of White Lace…
The instructions in closed
Set the mood
For an in intriguing night ahead…
~~~~~
© debradml (2014)
(Picture sourced from the Internet).
Find more from Debra by heading over to her blog
July 5, 2014
#LaceChallenge by Angel
Time
Where did all the time go?
Was it just 25 yrs ago ?
I bought u home
in a blanket of lace
With eyes so big
skin so fair
I remember the
bows in your hair
First recital
it was ribbons and Tulle a touch of
lace on your tutu
When did it happen?
Where did time go?
Memories floating buy
As you grow
First Dance
All grown up
Descending from the stairs
above
In formal dress
With A touch of lace
That barely covered
your breast
to your waist
First man
In your life,
Asked us for
your hand
To be his wife
We shed a few tears of joy
Knew time was here
About to leave
Soon to be
dressed in lace
A bride to be
Today as you
walk down that aisle
The circle of life
comes around
In a wedding dress of pearls
Wrapped in lace
That huge grin
Across your face
With eyes so big
Skin so fair
A veil of flowers
in your hair
Our little girl
Is all grown up
© Angel 2014.
(Picture sourced from the Internet).
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#LaceChallenge by Caroline Juliette
Sweet Surprise
I am eagerly awaiting the nights events. Primping and polishing my every curve when a knock on the door disturbs my thoughts. I fling open my front door to see a beautifully wrapped blue box with a black lace bow sitting on the porch. The card reads “Wear my gift and don’t be late…I have another surprise for you, my pet”
I open the box to reveal a large jeweled plug. Thinking to myself heatedly while I turn the pretty plug in my hand, “I can’t wait to see what other wicked plans he has in store for me!”
I quickly finish getting ready and I’m at the hotel in a flash. I step up to the front desk unsure of the room. The desk clerk hands me the key card and with a knowing smile says “Have a wonderful night”
Arriving at the room, I reach into my purse and pull out the lace bow. I carefully apply it across my eyes to fashion a mask. Then I eagerly step inside. I hear masculine moaning and the crack of a whip. My heart is racing and I can feel myself glistening. The pressure from the plug is making my pussy so wanton and needy. I feel like I could explode just from the anticipation. I don’t want to interrupt but Sir was very specific about the time.
I creep quietly further into the suite. There is a sitting room with a door to the right. The door is ajar and I can clearly hear the moans & whip coming from this room. I tiptoe slightly toward the door and peek around it.
What I see inside has me aching with want, I can feel my body responding just watching. Sir is dressed in a suit, holding his whip. In front of him is a male sub, bound at the wrists and blindfolded, arms in the air. The attractive man has nipple clamps on both nipples. Sir is whispering in his ear and twisting one of the clamps. The subs erection is straining against his zipper.
I feel like I am intruding but I can’t look away. Unsure of what to do, I step back from the door until I hear,
“Where do you think you are going kitten? You don’t want to miss your surprise. You didn’t think I would leave you out of all the fun did you?”
© Caroline Juliette 2014.
Find more from Caroline by heading over to her blog
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