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#LaceChallenge by Sabine

Laces and live coals

Will doesn’t help

you made it an urgent call

lace after lace you got me on live coals

despaired by your pleading eyes

Formerly an agent of love and romance

you drifted into senseless distraction

letting me hanging on crazy Amour

laces eating me on live coals

Will is my nightmare

an angel of delights

dreamt in the rush of blood

laces dilluting my skin into cold brushes

Live coals went straight to my heart

undeniably soft and charming

black and red traces for eternity

lace after lace you got me on live coals

© Sabine 2014.

PS: A huge thanks to SJ to let me participate, it’s not everyone who does that. It’s a real honour to be part of this. I hope you enjoyed it.

Find more from Sabine by popping over to either her Twitter account @Sabsam789 or her blog.

I’m NOT Perfect!

So yesterday I was talking to a lovely lady that I have the honour to call a friend and she mentioned a campaign she was going to start, one that she hoped I would join in with (here’s how she describes it – The “I’m Not Perfect” campaign is a gathering of people, whether they be bloggers, writers, vloggers or people in general, expressing to the online world that they aren’t quintessential as their peers perceive them and that they experience the very same issues that day-to-day life brings.)

Now many of you will know that pictures of me are hard to come by as I’m my own worst critic but to help Tammy I decided to join in with this and I hope many of you will join me (for more information head over to her page http://tammy-louisewilkins.blogspot.co.uk/p/perfect-adj.html)

So here goes, please excuse the sunburn…

Haha yes I am real. Now please help support my friends campaign and post your own I’m not perfect photo.

Much love

S.J xxx

Home Alone

He sat watching by remote

Via a security system that was bespoke

He had wondered what she would do

If left alone for a hour or two

He had left her frustrated

Only His passion sated

The morning before He had answered the call

Watching as her face became so appalled

So now He sat watching as she wondered the rooms

Could tell by her face that her frustration had bloomed

Into something much more

The wicked grin on her face said she would even the score

Watched as she entered His study

Running her hand over furniture with no hurry

Walking over to His favourite chair

It was then that He became completely aware

Of what she had planned

Her intent He did understand

As she slipped off the robe

Her beautiful flesh exposed

His body reacting

At what He knew was happening

Watching as she got comfortable

Legs draping thinking she was untouchable

He groaned with need to command

As He watched the trail of her hand

Caressing soft flesh

Her movements showing her passion for all things burlesque

Removing her pearls

She began to run and twirl

Them down her torso,

Her naked mound and her legs also

Leaving them laying over her legs

Pointing her toes as her body flexed

With sensations found

As her hand found her mound

He watched as she ground

Her fingers against the spot she had found

Writhing, gyrating

The pearls vibrating

As passion took a grip

And her honey began to drip

Onto the fine upholstery

Her actions He knew were retaliatory

His blood raced

Wanting to put her in her place

But when He watched as she shattered

All other thoughts no longer mattered

His little one had tried

And failed

The test that He had placed

And He could not wait to teach her once more His rules about mistakes

Still He sat watching by remote

Via a security system so bespoke

Waiting for the right moment

To punish her for her encroachment…

© S.J Warner 2014.

Picture from Pinterest – source xaxor.com

Silvered Glass

A mirror

Nothing more than a piece of glass

With a silvered back

But that piece of glass

Was capable of leaving all hope dashed

The image that appeared

Each time she went near

Was one that she

Did not want to see

For she was no longer the maiden she had once been

The perfection had faded

Her mind was jaded

By perfection that was all around

Seeming to surround

Her everywhere she turned

The lines, the curves

Were all she observed

So she stood back

Looking from afar

That way her heart could no longer scar

Maybe if she embraced

Her body in all it’s grace

Her life would fall into place

But for now she stood back

Letting the distance detract

As she stood and stared at the piece of glass

With the silvered back…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the Internet).

He Sat

He sat

Staring into space

Every thought brought him back to her face

Glass of whiskey in hand

Wondering how she had slipped through his fingers like fine grains of sand

Next to him

A cigar burnt, now she had gone it was his only sin

Watching the smoke

Seeing her image, knowing it was all a big hoax

As the image began to dance

Drawing him in to a deep trance

As she writhed

Twirled, whirled and sighed

Tears running down his stubble covered chin

Wondering how he could even begin

To win back the love of the one her had hurt

With thoughtless words that now seemed absurd

The glass falling from his grip

As his reality began to slip

As the maiden of smoke

Began to provoke

Taunting and mocking

Showing him things that were meant to shock him

The dancing imp

Stripped naked making him glimpse

Perfection once known

In one he no longer owned

The taunting continued

Until with venomous attitude

He stubbed out the fire

Making the image of his desire

Disappear instantly

Beginning to message his love insistently

Shocked when she replied

All hope of winning her back now alive

As he sat staring into space

Every thought bringing back images of her face…

© S.J Warner 2014.

Image from Pinterest – source amazepicsvids.blogspot.co.uk

A Lovers Retreat

The crackle from the fire burning in the large inglenook fireplace breaking the comfortable silence that surrounds us as we sit drinking coffee sharing subtle glances and smiles over the tops of our mugs, nothing else not even words is needed between us. It was our first morning here in this beautiful log cabin and so far it had been a romantic one. It was the simple things like waking in each others arms before cooking breakfast together that had made it so romantic and special and now we were sat here enjoying the peace, dressed and ready for a walk together in the woods that surrounded this peaceful haven. As soon as I’ve finished my coffee I’m up and ready to go, putting on my outdoor gear whilst you watch me and roll your eyes at my desperation to be outside. Smiling at you I think about the way you had convinced me that going for a walk last night was a bad idea, a blush colouring my cheeks as I think about what you had done to me after I had pouted about not being able to go outside. I’m an outdoor girl at heart and last night my need to be outside had overridden my need to be warm, or at least it had until you had ordered me to my knees then I had been over taken by a need of a different variety. You laugh as you see the look on my face, knowing you know what I’m thinking I blush again before looking at the door. “Alright, alright, I’m coming. Honestly my love I’ve never known anyone get so enthused about a walk before.” Putting down your mug you make your way over to me, pinning me against the wall of the cabin you softly whisper, “Are you sure you want to go out in the cold? I’m sure I can think of many ways to keep you entertained indoors.” The passion in your voice sends shivers down my spine but this time I ignore them. “I’m positive Sir but hold those ideas for later.” With a wink I duck under your arm and throw your coat at you. I know my actions would usually get me into trouble but I’ve noticed a change in you since we arrived here and for once I’m enjoying disobeying you.

I wait not so patiently for you to put on your coat, I can’t explain my eagerness but it’s as if the forest outside the door is calling my name, not that I would ever tell you this as I’m positive you would laugh at me. Taking my gloved hand in yours we leave the warmth of the cabin and step out into the crisp fresh snow. The woods sparkle gently as the sunlight falls on the stark white surface making it all look so magical. As I take a deep cleansing breath the cold briefly steals my ability to breathe properly but it’s a sensation that soon passes. As we walk the silence of the woods is only broken by the crunching sound of our footsteps, the beautiful bird songs and an occasional soft thud as branches bow down and drop the snow that weighs them down. I stop briefly to watch a robin searching for food amongst the snow when I feel something hit me hard in the centre of my back, turning around I see you standing there trying to suppress a grin but failing miserably and I notice the snowball that you hold in your hand. Never one to turn down a snowball fight I bend down and scoop up the snow smiling at the appearance of this new playful side of you, shaping the snow into a ball I throw it at you, hitting you square on the chest. What follows then is what can only be described as all out snowball warfare, both of us laughing so hard that we miss more times than we hit each other that is until I turn to dodge a snowball that would most definitely have hit me and trip on a hidden tree root, falling on to my back in the snow. I lay there laughing until I see the horror and concern on your face, you may have relaxed but you are still my Sir and your prime concern is my safety, dropping to your knees beside me you begin to check me for injuries. It doesn’t matter how much I reassure you that I am fine it’s not until you have checked that you rise to your feet and help me up, pulling me against your body and holding me tight. “Little one, I am sorry…if you had been hurt…” placing my finger against your lips I look into your eyes. “Sir I’m fine, I promise…” I shiver softly against your strong frame, “A little damp and cold but otherwise fine. Please don’t worry.” “Well then little one lets get you back and out of those damp clothes.” You whisper before kissing me tenderly the anguish in your eyes now gone.

“Get out of those wet clothes sweetheart while I make us a hot drink.” Is all you say to me once we arrive back at the cabin, the warmth from the still burning fire wrapping around me like a soft blanket as I did as I was told, removing everything except for my white silk camisole and French panties. Once I had stripped I sat on the rug in front of the fire noticing you had added fresh logs to the flames, the heat quickly warming me and making my skin glow as I sat staring into the fire losing myself in my thoughts. I’m so lost in my thoughts am I that I don’t hear you approach me and I jump slightly as you reach down and stroke my hair. “You look so beautiful sitting there my love.” You tell me as you sit down behind me, placing your legs either side of my body, wrapping your arms around my waist, placing soft kisses along my shoulder as your fingertips caressed my skin with tender affection making me sigh softly with pleasure. This last two days I had seen a different side to the man I love, a softness seeping through the hard wall that usually surrounded you as more and more of the stresses of your life got pushed into the background. Sighing softly again I whisper. “I love you Sir.” The words so quiet that you only just hear me. As you continue to place kisses on my skin you respond equally as softly. “I will always love you little one, more than you will ever know.“

Turning to face you, I gaze into your eyes for a moment as I contemplate what I am about to say for it is something that I wouldn’t usually consider voicing to you but right now it feels like the right time to ask. Reaching up I gently caress your cheek and taking a deep breath I begin to speak. “Sir, you always said if there was something I wanted or needed I only had to ask… Well I want you Sir… I would like you to make love to me Sir. No toys, no extra’s just you and I wrapped in each other please.” As soon as I’ve finished speaking I swallow hard and turn away from you, lowering my eyes, hoping I hadn’t overstepped boundaries. Your fingers gently turn my face back to you, a soft smile plays on your lips but it’s the look in your eyes that makes my heart beat faster. There was no anger, no dominance just pure love shining through. Slowly you lower your lips to mine kissing me slowly, your movements soft and loving asking me to open myself to you, neither of us rushing, savouring the sensual moment as our hands begin to caress, your fingertips tracing every inch of my exposed skin as mine trace your muscles beneath your shirt. Your hands slip up my arms, fingers wrapping around the thin straps of my camisole before sliding them from my shoulders gently forcing my arms down to allow the straps to continue on their journey down my body. The soft sigh of the silk falling is barely audible and yet is such a seductive sound. The brush of the silk across my flesh makes me tingle as it caresses my body in it’s own special way. I stand to let its journey commence, watching as it slips down my slender legs before pooling around my feet. Just as it settles I hook the top of my panties with my fingers, pausing to look into your eyes. Even now I’m seeking your approval not wanting to continue without. You smile and nod your head slightly giving me the permission I needed. With slow, delicate precision I begin to slide the panties down, teasing and tantalising you by taking my time removing them until I finally allow them to float softly to the floor to join my camisole leaving me standing there naked before you, a look of intense love on your face as your eyes feast on my body.

Stepping over your legs, opening myself to your gaze, I wait patiently for you to close your legs so that I can lower myself down on to your lap. As soon as you do I sit astride your legs and begin to unbutton your shirt, placing feather light kisses on your skin as I expose it, taking my time savouring the taste of your flesh until I reach the flesh above your heart, as it is revealed I softly trace my name with a fingertip across you chest before continuing on my journey down your torso. Eventually I reach the final button and move my hands to push your shirt from your shoulders, still placing kisses all over you wanting to shower you with kisses and show you just how much I love you. Your hand catches my face gently guiding me back up your body until my lips reach yours, taking my lips with yours. The kiss exchanged is filled with so much passion and longing, your hands wrapping in my hair pulling me even closer to you as the kiss intensifies, becoming fevered and lustful. I can feel your shaft swelling, getting harder by the second, pressing against the zipper of your jeans and my swollen bud sending slow waves of pleasure through my core. Your hands move from my hair and stroke tenderly down my body towards my breasts. As the passion of the moment takes over our breathing becomes more and more erratic, moaning softly as you flick your tongue over my pebbled nipple. My hands moving to the waistband of your jeans, lowering my fingers to rub softly over the material that covers your length, making you moan and gasp with need. Pooping the buttons with slow, meticulous ease until you are exposed to me. Your eyes widen with pleasure as I stroke the satiny skin that covers your tip, licking my lips I move along your legs lowering my head but keeping eye contact with you until my lips meet your length. Placing a light kiss on the tip before slowly running my tongue over and around, tasting the drop of your essence that shimmers in the firelight as lustful moans escape from both of us.

You lift your hips slightly allowing me to push the denim over your hips and down your legs a short way, freeing you completely. Wrapping my hand around your solid length. Watching your eyes roll as I squeeze gently, feeling you pulse in my palm. Without releasing you I move back up your legs, lifting myself until your tip is poised between my swollen, part lips. Slowly I lower myself until your tip is resting just inside me, there I pause for a moment enjoying the sensation of your girth stretching my entrance. Your hands reach for my hips, pressing down slightly urging me to lower myself onto you, taking you inch by inch until there was no more to take. My breath catching as we pause allowing me to adjust to you being so deep, your fingers catching my nipples rolling and pinching as my hips begin to move, my hands resting on your thighs pushing my breasts closer to you. In this position your length rubs against places that drive me close to abandonment and when your mouth encloses around my nipple I cry out with the blissful sensations that are rushing throughout my body.

Suddenly your arm wraps around my waist and with a movement so quick I find myself lying beneath you. “Little one, I thought you wanted me to make love to you.” You whisper in my ear, the whispered breath sends shivers down my spine as you pull your length out to the tip before pushing slowly back in. Placing my arms around your neck holding on tightly as you continue to slide slowly in and out of my body, my heart racing so fast it feels as if it is going to burst out of my chest as he pushes me closer and closer to climax. Looking into your eyes I can see you are close and fighting the urge to take me hard, all thoughts of slow passionate love pushed out of my mind, my body needing you hard and fast and I know that with one simple word I can change your pace, one little word that I breathlessly whisper. “Please…” The look on your face as you hear my word almost pushes me over the edge, a look that drives me wild, a look of pure unadulterated want and need. Your tender strokes morphing into hard, urgent, driving thrusts, pounding deep and hard into me. Our cries getting louder and louder until we both reach our crescendo and we call each others names…

Collapsing on to me, joined together in both body and spirit as slowly our breathing returns to normal. My fingers caressing your back, nails softly dragging over your skin as I softly whisper, “Happy birthday Sir.”

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

Desire

Sitting here at the hotel bar slowly sipping a tall glass of ice cold mineral water whilst the barman looks over and smiles at me occasionally as I check the time on my elegant wristwatch for possibly the thousandth time since I arrived. I know he probably thinks I’ve been stood up but you’re not late, you would never do that to me, no it was me that had as usual arrived early. Why I do it I have no idea but I would rather be too early than late even though I torture myself with doubts while I wait. So here I am sat waiting for your arrival looking in the mirror at the back of the bar, quietly admiring the gorgeous vision before me. I was wearing the short, black, backless dress you had sent over this morning with your signature rose and instructions for me. My hair was down, make up light except the deep burgundy lipstick that I knew you loved. My only jewellery is a long string of beautiful Tahitian pearls that I’m twisting around my fingers with nervous excitement. I haven’t looked or felt this sexy in a long time and I know that’s the reason you chose this dress for me, you always know what to buy to show my figure at its best. Closing my eyes briefly I wonder how it is you know that and I hope that you will be as pleased with my appearance as I am…

The feel of fingers lowly running down my spine makes me jump but it’s the feel of your hot whispered breath on my neck that makes my insides quiver. “Good evening little one, you look divine.” Your words and the lust in your voice makes my body tingle all over, my thoughts already beginning to wonder about the delights you have in store for us tonight. Opening my eyes I see the barman standing before us the grin in his face causing me to blush. Your arms wrap tightly around my waist pulling me firmly into you, your body tensing as you look at him. The look on your face wiping the grin from his. I’ve never seen you act this way and I know it’s because of your desire to protect me. I put my hand on your chest, smiling as I draw your attention back to me. Held this close to you I can feel you begin to release the tension that had built inside you but it was when I felt you take a deep, calming breath that I began to laugh, knowing you will know the reason why I’m laughing. A smile quickly appears on your face but it’s the one I see in your eyes that puts me at eaten that’s the one that shows me you are once again calm and yet your voice is still clipped as your order a bottle of my favourite pink champagne before leading me to a table at the back of the room. It’s a quiet corner table that I hadn’t noticed before, an enclosed, private table that will keep is out of the view of the rest of the bar. I look up at you and you wink, my heart leaping into my throat as I realise you have plans for me here in the bar. Your hand on my elbow as you guide me to my seat before moving your chair from the opposite side of the table until it is alongside mine. You turn to me and are about to say something when the barman appears with the champagne. I try not to laugh as you roll your eyes at the disturbance, carefully watching as he pops the cork with over the top enthusiasm before pouring the delicate, pink liquid into the glasses before setting the bottle back in the ice and leaving us alone. I glance at the bottle blushing as memories of another night and another bottle come to mind, feeling heat coursing throughout my body I pick up my glass while you watch me intently as I take a sip. Your eyes never leaving my lips, your tongue slowly runs over your lower lip as I swallow the deliciously cool liquid. You move your hand bringing it to rest upon my thigh, the heat of your hand through the silk of my stocking making me quiver but it’s the look in your eyes that makes my heart race and my breathing quicken with desire for you. You begin to move your hand slowly up my thigh reaching under the hem of my dress, your fingers brushing the lace too of my stocking. You watch my reaction carefully, your eyes never leaving mine, waiting to see if I would panic but I have no intention of doing so as I trust you impeccably and know you would never do anything that would put me in danger or cause me harm.

Your hand pushes gently on the tender skin of my inner thigh parting my legs slightly as you move your hand further up my leg. Your fingers just inches away from the centre of my desire. Your other hand softly caressing my cheek as you lean forward your lips meeting mine, lust coursing through my body as we kiss. A kiss so passionate and all consuming I forget just where we are, my hand pushing yours desperate for your touch. Your hand stills as you discover I’m naked beneath my dress. You groan into my mouth as your fingers begin to brush against my naked flesh making me moan softly. Your other hand reaches around the back of my head holding me tightly, stopping me from breaking the kiss. I part my legs further making it easier for you to caress and tease me but instead you sink your fingers deep into my hot, wet core while your mouth smothers the sound as I cry out from the delicious intrusion. Breaking the kiss you move your mouth to my ear. “Getting brave aren’t we my little one.” You whisper softly, your voice thick with lust and desire, each word hot against my skin making my body quiver around your fingers. “Stop little one or I shall have to take you here and I know you don’t really want that do you?” I quietly whimper as you pull your fingers from me, I’m desperate for more but glad that one of us is in control of the situation. I watch as you place your fingers in your mouth, fingers that are slick with my essence. I lick my lips as you slowly suck, groaning as you taste me on your flesh. Realising that you are finding it hard to stay in control and that you want me as much as I want you. “Can we take this to our room?” I ask pointing to the bottle of Champagne before taking a long drink from my glass hoping the cool liquid will quench my thirst and calm the fire that is burning within me. Picking up your glass you drink quickly before picking up the bottle and my glass. “Don’t really care my love, we’re taking them anyhow. Come.” We both stand, your arm wrapping possessively around my waist as you lead me out of the bar towards the elevator.

Stepping into the elevator your hand rests on the sensitive skin of my lower back, caressing slowly knowing each touch will be sending sensations racing through my body straight to my core only releasing me to press the button to our floor. Stepping towards the back of the elevator I admire the way your jacket emphasizes the movement of your muscles, a smile appearing on my face as I think just how lucky I am to belong to you. Turning as the doors close you step towards me pausing to place the bottle and glasses on the floor. The look on your face is predatory as your push me hard against the elevator wall, the mirror so cold against my bare back. Your hand twisting in my hair as you kiss me with fevered passion whilst your other hand reaches for the hem of my dress and begins to pull it up. My hands grip your hips trying to pull you even closer to me, feeling your arousal against my stomach. Both of us desperate for each other and for release. You release my hair and move your hand around between us, the sound of your zip opening sends shivers throughout me as you grab my hip, lifting me. “Little one, I need you now!” My long, slender legs wrap around your waist, arms around your neck feeling your tip pushing against my lips, lips that are slick with my essence and ready for you…

It’s then that we feel the elevator slowing. Both of us groan as I unwrap my legs from around you quickly as we rush to make ourselves decent before the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. both of us are giggling when they do and an elderly couple enters holding hands. The lady looks at us, a knowing smile on her face and I feel myself begin to blush again so I lower my head avoiding her gaze. Your hand squeezing my behind hard, leaning against you I can feel your body shake as you try to control the laughter that’s bubbling inside you. When the elevator reaches our floor you take hold of my hand and nodding to the couple we step out on to the landing, both of us waiting for the doors to close before the laughter bursts from us. “Damn that was close!” You say as you swipe the key card, opening the door to our room…

Our desperation for each other makes us rush through the door and I’m pushing my dress from my shoulders before the door is properly closed behind us. The fabric slips down my torso before pooling around my hips. Slowly I begin to push the fabric down watching the hunger in your eyes. Turning to face away from you, using my body to tease as the dress falls to the floor, leaving me standing there naked except for my delicate black lace suspender belt, stockings and black, five inch heels. Slowly I begin to turned back around to face you but before I can turn round completely I find myself being pushed against the wall with your body pressed hard against mine as you placed kisses and bites on my shoulder, moving slowly to my neck. Your voice gruff as you whisper, “I want you” before biting the flesh just below my ear, your words and the pain making me weak with even more need. Your hands roaming over my skin as you move back slightly to spin me around to face you. Our lips meeting, tongues entwining in a beautifully intense and sensual dance while my hands fumble with your shirt buttons, eager to feel your skin against mine. Finally I get them undone I push your shirt and jacket from your shoulders letting them fall to the floor as I run my fingers down your chiselled torso towards your trousers. You step back slightly allowing me room to drop to my knees before you as I unzip your trousers and free your solid length, my fingers stroking as I listen to your moans as my nails drag softly up your length. Taking your tip into my mouth as my hand wraps around your shaft, hearing you sigh as my tongue flicks across your tip. Looking up at you through my thick eyelashes, the eye contact adding to the intensity of the moment. Your hands stroke my hair gently before twisting it tightly when my tongue runs across the slit tasting the first precious drops of your essence as my moans of delight vibrate down your length, feeling you begin to twitch in my hand and mouth I know how close you are to releasing your precious gift. I moan as you step back making me release your length, you begin to laugh when you see I’m pouting. “Don’t pout little one, I have plans for this evening and as much as I was enjoying it that wasn’t part of my plans.” Taking hold of my hands you pull me to my feet before leading me through the suite to the bathroom only releasing my hand to turn on the huge walk in shower before removing your shoes, socks and trousers. My need for you is now so close to overflowing and my breath catches when you kneel before me carefully removing my heels before running your tongue up the inside of my leg pausing to bite the flesh just above the lace top of my stocking while your hands unfasten the snaps, letting the silk slip down my leg before you remove it and drop it on the tiled floor, once you had finished you begin to lavish the other leg in the same way. Carefully you remove the second stocking and stand up, turning me around you grab my wrists before I have chance to react you use my stocking to bind my wrists tightly behind my back using my suspender belt as an anchor for the tie, binding my wrists firmly in place allowing me very little movement. Guiding me towards the vanity unit you make me stand and look at us in the mirror, I see the lust on your face your eyes had become darker displaying your need completely. I knew whatever was going to happen it was going to be quick and hard. Taking hold of my wrists in one hand you push me down with the other until my breasts are pressed against the cold marble surface. Once again you drop to your knees but this time your hands push my legs wide apart, your fingers begin to caress, flick and squeeze the hot bud whilst your tongue teases and tastes everywhere making me whimper and moan, your tongue only stopping when you feel me begin to shake then you push three fingers deep inside me pushing me completely over the edge, body shuddering and essence flowing as I cry out your name…

Once my body has finished shaking your hands move to my hip, one arm slipping beneath me lifting me slightly so that your tip can push past my swollen, soaked lips slowly entering my slick heat. Inch by slow delicious inch, stretching and filling me before pulling back and pushing even deeper until I’ve take all of you, filling me completely. Your hand once again twisting in my hair pulling my head back so that I can see our reflection in the mirror. “Watch us!” Is all you say, your voice thick with lust and need. Our eyes on each other as you begin to move, each thrust getting harder and more urgent as we get closer to our mutual climax. One final thrust that pushes me hard against the marble, the feel of your hot, precious release flowing inside me, your shaft pulsing bringing me to another release, both of us crying out…

With shaking hands you release my wrists and unfasten my suspender belt dropping it on the floor. slowly you slide out of me, both us moaning with sensations caused…

Turning me to face you, your gently rub my wrists lifting them up to place soft kisses on the insides…

Suddenly you begin to laugh before telling me, “I think we left the Champagne in the elevator“…

Lifting me into your arms you carry me to the now steaming shower…

“Time for a shower little one, before our evening of pleasures continues“…

© S.J Warner 2014.

 

The Challenge

Walking through town my mind drifting to what had happened last night as I lay sated and content in his arms and the challenge he had set. A challenge I was sure I wouldn’t be able to complete but I hadn’t argued as he told me what he wanted me to do, even now as I thought about it I could feel myself beginning to blush.

Can I really do as he asked?

As I ponder this I hear my phone, it’s him, the text tone is the one that I set especially for him, whenever I hear that tone I feel excitement course through my body, my desire rising for him from something as simple as that. Taking the phone out of my handbag I open his message and read… ‘Enjoy your shopping little one and don’t forget to do as I asked.’ A smile appearing on my face as I respond. ‘Thank you Sir, like I could forget.’ Dropping my phone back into my bag I entered my favourite boutique, the clothes here are fabulous and the atmosphere is so relaxed which is the main reason why this is my favourite, there’s nothing worse than feeling hassled whilst shopping.

Walking round I pick up everything that catches my eye, which as always is lots although today I am picking up lots of things for a different reason not just because I like them. I already know what suits me, what he will like and that they all fit but today I need a reason to be a while in the changing room. On purpose I also pick up things that won’t suit me. Heading to the back of the store towards the changing room, the smile on my face threatening to take over as I think about what I’m going to do.

Entering the cubicle I lock the door behind me and hang the hooks making sure I keep the unsuitable ones separate from the ones I’m going to purchase before undressing and carefully folding my blouse and skirt, placing them at one end of the padded bench seat. taking my phone out of my bag again, I quickly type out a message to him, letting him know I am here and ready knowing he will be expecting the message as well as a full description of what I do and how I feel when I see him later. It’s then that I realise that’s my actual challenge, not what I’m about to do here, as you know I struggle to talk about how I feel about things. Standing there in my lingerie under the lights of the changing room I look at myself in the mirror, the vision that I see standing there is a beautiful one and I now that’s what you knew I would see. Sitting down on the bench I lean back into the corner of the cubicle, positioning myself between two of the mirrors. Taking a deep breath I close my eyes picturing him standing there watching me, my excitement beginning to build as I imagine his smile. My hands moving slowly from my waist up my body, brushing softly against the delicate lace of my pale peach bra, my nipples beginning to harden beneath my touch as my hands slide past them on their way to the tender skin at the base of my neck and collar bone remembering the soft kisses and bites that he had placed there last night, the feel of my fingers stroking softly making my skin tingle. The need and desire that’s building inside me is making my skin so sensitive. Slowly I begin to move my hands back down until they reach my heavy, full breasts, caressing and squeezing as my nipples press into my palms through the lace. In a desperate move I take hold of the lace and push it down beneath my breasts, exposing them completely to my touch, allowing me to caress my satin soft flesh. Fingers rubbing over my nipples before taking hold of them, pinching and rolling them at first but becoming firmer as my passion increases. Opening my eyes I look at myself in the mirror and I’m shocked to see just how wanton I appear sitting there with my breasts rising and falling with each heavy rushed breath and a delicate flush that’s appeared on my flesh, seeing what he must see when he looks at me and suddenly I can see just why he insisted I am sexy.

Closing my eyes again as my hands slip down my body taking time to caress my stomach on the way down, every movement mirroring what he had done to me last night. Reaching the silk and lace of my already soaked thong, one hand slipping beneath, fingers searching for my engorged bud slowly circling it sending waves of delight to my heated core. my other hand is stroking the exquisitely smooth skin at the top of my thigh as my eyes flicker open. Watching myself in the mirror as I raise one leg, resting my foot on the bench before my hand moves from my thigh to the scrap of soaked silk, hooking a finger underneath it I move it carefully to one side. Now totally unobstructed my fingers stroke my wet, swollen lips, slipping just a little way into my core, teasing myself just the way he would before plunging two deep inside. The fingers of my other hand working my clit as the other one begins to move slowly in and out of my heat. Seeing this in the mirror, seeing my body coming to life before my eyes pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Changing the movement of my fingers to find that spot of pure heaven, caressing it in time with my movements around my clit, my breathing so harsh as my body begins to quiver, my back arching as I bite my lower lip hard to stop myself from crying out as my muscles clench and I climax hard around my fingers…

As my body relaxes and my breathing begins to calm I pull my fingers slowly from myself, watching as I bring them to my lips to clean my essence from them, licking and sucking until I have removed every delicious drop.

Rearranging my lingerie I get dressed before collecting the clothes I have chosen from the hooks and then leaving the cubicle, a smile on my face as I hand the unsuitable one’s to the assistant, convinced she knows what I’ve been doing…

As I pay for the clothes I feel arms wrap around my waist before feeling his breath against my ear as he whispers…

“Little one. I see you have completed my challenge, I look forward to hearing about it my good girl”.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

Because She Disobeyed…

she waited in position

Knew her punishment was His mission

she knew what she had done

He had denied

But she had cum

she had told Him, hadn’t lied

By her own hand

her body had shattered without His command

And so her punishment she would take

For making such a huge mistake

And so she knelt

Awaiting His belt

On the bed, in the centre

Ass exposed, displaying it’s splendour

Avoiding His eyes

Until told otherwise

Already she was soaked with her essence

As she sensed His presence

The scent of leather, subtle in the air

she knew His plans and that He was there

“Little one, tonight you will count

This I must add is paramount

I want you to know

This displeases me so

But your decision was made

When you disobeyed”

With that He began

First caressing with hand

Warming her flesh

And fingering her cleft

Before the first strike

Left it’s red stripe

Not the belt did He use

But the whip He introduced

To her soft tender skin

Fire raged deep within

she counted each strike

As her desire began to spike

Slipping deep inside

He held her body and mind

Passion held her spellbound

her core He began to pound

Taking her ever higher

And she prayed He would not deny her

Three simple words He spoke

her climax He did evoke

“Now little one”

And with that she was overcome

her lesson learnt

With welts that still burnt

she knew she would obey

No more would she play

Without Sir’s permission

Or His supervision

her love for Him strong

she knew He hated when she did wrong

As He held her safe in His arms

she knew she would never come to harm…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

My Darkness

This piece came about when I was contacted by a person who wishes to only be known as GLYR. They messaged me a few lines and asked whether I would be willing to do something with them, now I have to say this isn’t something I would normally do but the lines and the story they were screaming to tell intrigued me somewhat. So here it is the finished piece, I hope you enjoy and the lines in italic are the ones that were wrote by GLYR.

As I lay me down to rest

I clutch your vision to my breast

As sleep clouded eyes begin to close

Into my dreams you begin to flow

A man that stimulates my senses

Yet the mystery of you still leaves me pensive

A shadowed figure in my dreams

No face, no name but still it seems

The secrets you keep do not impede

My need to play this game of intrigue

I feel your presence, breathe in your essence

For in my dreams there is no distance

Stopping us from becoming one

As we touch and taste until undone

Sometimes this pain is all too much

As I ache for your physical touch



In my dreams sweet love we make

Until our desire we do slake

And on the morrow as I wake

I feel the moisture on my face

Soft tears of joy and of sorrow

Knowing that I can only borrow

The image I have of you in my head

For silent times when I lay in bed

My thoughts of you they are my darkness

But still they remain, always there regardless

And tho we’re many miles apart

You hold a place within my heart.

© S.J Warner & GLYR 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).