S.J. Warner's Blog, page 29

Lesson Learnt

Knelt

Facing the wall

Punished

For back mouthing

Waiting

For His forgiveness

Angry

At herself

Tears

Running down her cheeks

Quietly

Sobbing to herself

Sir

Had known what she was doing

Baiting

Trying to get a rise out of Him

Expecting

To be bent over His knee

Shattered

At being sent away

Footsteps

As He approaches

Pulled

Into His arms

Breaking

Down completely

Apologising

Profusely for her behaviour

Soft

Kisses across her face

Forgiven

For all sins

Before

Being taken to

Heaven

By Him…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the internet).

Voices

So here it is, time to begin

Another story begging for release

Time to put pen to paper

Oh who do I kid

Time to switch on the laptop

And fill it with sin

Wonder what will come

From the voices in my head

A short verse, a story or a full blown novel

Again I ask who am I kidding

I will sit here with coffee

And write down the words

Then reread sometime later

Before pressing delete

For this is the ending for

Most stories begun

Their voices silenced

With the press of just one

Finger on button

A death knoll to them

But maybe one day that won’t happen

Maybe one day I will be pleased

With their voices

And give you stories and characters

That hopefully you will grow to love

But until that happens

I will sit here and write

And maybe just maybe

It will be something I like

Enough to share with you all

But then again…

© S.J Warner 2014.

Laces

Black satin

Around waist

Laces pulled

Without haste

Each pull

Tightening

Shrinking

Her waist

Silk drawn up

Encasing smooth

Slender legs

Jet black lace

Encircling

Thighs

Stays snapped

In place

Seams oh so straight

Elbow length

Satin gloves

And five inch

Stiletto’s

Patent

Peep toes

Finishing

Her seductive

Ensemble

Walking to the room

She saw him

There

Kneeling in

The centre

Awaiting Her

Pleasure

A smile on her face

As she strokes

His face

Her desire

And love

For the man

Knelt before her

She wanted to tease

To make the

Night last

But she knew

She would have him

And it would

Be fast

Pushing him

Gently onto his back

His length so solid

Standing proud

Her need was so great

The ache was strong

So she straddled

His hips

Shaft plunging deep

Hips moving

Slowly

Rocking at first

Till desire built

Inside

Was ready

To burst

She rode him

Hard

Taking his all

Her back how

It arched

As her muscles

Contort

Their cries

Echoed

All round the room

As climax explodes

The scent of their

Love

Heady and strong

Breath and heart

Rates finally

Begin to slow

Her body

Had been

Her power

Over him

Their passion

Was quenched

Appetites

Slaked

Until she next

Called him

To wait…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the internet).

Time…

Time ticks by

So slowly

Without Him

Each second

Feels like a minute

Minutes seem like hours

The fingers

On the clock

Hardly seem to move

Without Him

She’s an empty vessel

Sailing on a rough ocean

Tossed from

Wave to wave

In a never ending cycle of anguish

The thoughts

In her mind

A messy symphony

A cacophony

Of doubts

And heartbreak

As Father Time

Continues to meander

Slowly through the day

Pushing painfully

Towards the darkness

That night time brings

The time where

He appears

In her dreams

Whispering His love

Softly in her ear

As she slips into restless slumber

And the sands of time

Continue to run

Through the hour glass

Slowly…

So painfully…

Slowly…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the internet).

Intimate Secrets

Delicate

Straps

Of immense pleasure

Satin

Silk

The ultimate treasure

Red

White

So many choices

Lace

Delights

To tantalise

Intimate

Sensual

Each choice individual

French

Skirted

Or maybe tie-sided

Intrinsically

Sexy

Keepers of secrets

Hidden

Givers

Of feminine confidence

Ladies

Gents

We all love our panties…

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(Image sourced from the Internet).

Words

Whispered words

Breathlessly spoken

Words written down

Breathless to read

Words that are orders

Commands to obey

Leaving me breathless

And panting with need

Words filled with passion

With love and lust

Words of praise

That full me with joy

Showing me

I am loved and adored

 Words that are yours

Bringing me to my knees

Words that make me

Eager to please

Whispered words

In post orgasmic haze

Breathless words

Calming the soul

Words from you

Kept deep within my heart

Words that express

That I’m yours

To own

Words so perfect

Spoken with feeling

Words that joined us

Together

Forever

Till death us

Do part

Words that come

Straight from the heart…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the Internet).

Invisible Me

The gossamer ghost

The misty shape

That floats on by

That movement you see

From the corner of your eye

That’s me as I

Drift on by

You don’t see

The pain I hide

The tears I cry

Because I’m invisible

To you

I’ve tried so hard

To make you see

To make you hear

To make you love me

And support me

But you don’t see

So I hide

In the background

Hoping you will notice

The shadow of my former self

The tortured soul

That follows you

That begs you

That prays that one day

You will see

That one day

You will free me

From the sorrow inside

But you won’t

Because to you

I’m just

Invisible me.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Image sourced from the internet).

Red Lace

Red lace

Hung on a door

A sneaky peek

A pleasures in store

Dark hair trails

On white pillow slip

Body perfect alabaster

Ready to grip

Sensual smile

Enticing him in

Her eyes beguile

Promising a night of sin

Red lace

Hung on a door

Left in place

As they begin to explore…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the internet).

A Happy Ending… Maybe?

Soft candlelight

Flickered

As she sat

Balls of paper

Scattered all over

The floor

Covered in words

Words that were

Filled with pain

She wrote to ease

The voices in

Her head

But she couldn’t

Get the words to

Make sense

She want to tell

Their story

But couldn’t

Wanted the world

To read about

Their love

But to her

The words were

Like knives

Cutting deep

Into her heart

Her soul

And each time

She tried she

Hurt even more

But she knew

She had to try

Had to silence

The voices

In her head

Had to write

Until there was

Nothing left

Until all the tears

That she shed

Ran dry

Until the words

That were stuck

Did flow

Until their story

Was written

Until they had

Their happy ending…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the internet).

Heaven

The drive home had been awful, as always it seemed as if every idiot was on the road at the same time as she was. After a couple of near misses with fools that weren’t paying attention to the road and what they were doing she was glad to finally be home. Stepping through the front door she kicked off her stilettos, leaving them lying there in the middle of the hallway, too tired to care about putting them away properly even though she knew the thought of them lying there would drive her mad later. The only thing she really cared about right at that moment was sinking into a deep, hot bubble bath with a large glass of red wine and relaxing. Walking into the kitchen she threw her bag onto the counter top before looking at the wine rack before choosing a bottle of her favourite Rioja, its fresh, soft and velvety taste was the perfect way to soothe the stresses of her day. standing on her tiptoes she reached up to the top shelf for a crystal wine glass, pausing when she smelt His cologne, was it in her mind again or had He been here? Looking around the room she couldn’t see any signs of Him, her heart sinking when she realised it was all in her mind, her need to see Him overwhelming, it had been too long since she had seen Him. Placing the glass on the side she thought about what He had said to her that evening, “A business trip, could be away for two months little one”. His words had slowly sunk in before she had broken down in tears while He held her tight to comfort her. Now here she was standing in her kitchen imagining she could smell His cologne when she hadn’t heard a word from Him for over a month and a half. Angry with herself for being so maudlin she snatched yp the glass and the bottle of wine and left the kitchen.

Walking up the stairs all she could think about was how much she needed Him there with her, their time apart had been so painful for her. Her feelings for Him were so strong for only He could help her relax and forget all the stress in her life. Entering the bathroom she placed the glass on the side of the bath while she ran the water, pouring the wine into the crystal as she waited for the bath to fill. Undressing she tied her hair into a loose bun before checking the temperature of the water, finding it to her liking she stepped into the raspberry and hibiscus scented water, slowly lowering herself beneath the bubbles, sighing as the heat of the water began to soothe her exhausted body. Resting her head on the edge of the bath she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind but all she could think of was Him and how much she had missed having His love, His touch. Its then that she realises she can smell His cologne in the air again, the warm spicy aroma making her sigh sadly, knowing its not real and that He was thousands of miles away on His business trip. Slowly the heat from the bath began to make her sleepy her mind drifting back to their last meeting…

The gentle notes of beautifully soft piece of classical music drifts on the air and breaks the silence of the house. Her eyes flickered open as she felt a breath on her ear. “Hello little one, missed me?” Hearing His voice she jumped up, throwing her arms around His neck, the water washing over the side of the bath soaking His trousers. “You’re here… You really are… I thought I could smell your cologne… I thought it was my imagination…” His lips silencing her words as the met hers, His strong arms holding her tight, gently lowering her back into the water as they kissed. Her body already crying out for His touch, the heat from the water just adding to the heat that was building in her body…

As always she was amazed by just how quickly she responded to Him. The heavy feeling of lust lying low in her stomach as His hand softly caressed her neck, her body relaxing as they kissed, a kiss so filled with love and passion it took her breath. Breaking the kiss she watched as He took a drink from the glass of wine that she had forgotten about, handing her the glass she took a sip as she watched as He removed His shirt, laughing when she realised it was soaked from when she had thrown her arms around Him. Dropping His shirt on the floor she soon stopped laughing when she saw the hunger and need in His eyes. Placing the glass once again down she waited patiently for His touch, the touch she had missed and craved so much…

She could feel the tingles running down her spine as He slowly ran His fingertips along her shoulder, watching the sensual smile appear on His face as He traced His fingers over all the parts of Her body that He knew would make her tingle but at the same time avoiding all the parts He knew would drive her wild. His other hand on His belt buckle quickly unfastening it and the buttons of His trousers all the while His fingers caressed her making her moan softly as He continued His torturous journey over her body, slowly slipping under the water to trace the hot, sensitive skin the covered her hip making her squirm with desire and need. Pulling His hand away He stood to remove His trousers before joining her in the bath, slipping behind her, pulling her between His legs, her back resting on His hard, muscular chest. She sighed softly as He placed soft kisses down her neck and shoulder, wrapping His arms around her holding her tight. “Little one, I’ve missed the feel of you in my arms.” The passion and lust evident in His voice, moving her hips slightly she smiled as she heard Him groan as she felt His already hard length twitch against her spine. His hands reaching up to her breasts gently teasing the puckered buds, the pleasure of His touch was almost unbearable. All she could think about was how ready she was for Him but knowing Him as well as she did she knew He wouldn’t want to rush this time together. Leaning forward slightly  she reached behind her back to run her slender fingers up and down His length, hearing Him gasp as her nails dragged gently around His tip, gasping herself as He bit the tender flesh at the base of her neck. Her fingers tightening around Him as His hand slipped between her legs, slowly rubbing over her sensitive bud as His length throbbed in her hand, both of them desperate for each other, their need immense after the time spent apart…

His hands moved around her waist, lifting her up out of the water slightly, her hand releasing His length moving to rest on the sides of the bath her grip increasing when she felt His tip pressing against her heat. His strong arms controlling every movement, taking His time lowering her onto His length moving slightly to adjust His position, her breath catching as He pushed further into her, inch by slow, delicious inch. Both of them stilling for a moment when He had filled her completely, savouring the feel of flesh on flesh, the feel of us finally back together, finally united in the most sensual, intimate way.

Slowly she began to move, His arms still wrapped tightly around her, holding her, controlling her every move. He knew her body so well, each slow thrust caressing her in all the right places, her muscles were already beginning to clench as her climax built as the speed of their union increased. His muscles taut as He fought the urge to release control, their desire pushing them both quickly to the point of no return. The water from the bath splashing over the sides as their movements became frenzied, passionate cries and laboured breathes drowning out the sound of the music and the splashing of the water. Unable to hold back any longer her body shattered, her orgasm ripping through her body…

Her muscles gripping His length as He released His hot, precious gift deep into her heat, their essence combining as her muscles milked every last drop from Him. Their mutual passionate cries rejoicing their union.

Leaning back against the bath He pulled her to rest against His chest…

Both of them enjoying the closeness of the moment…

As the water began to cool around them…

Neither of them wanting their little slice of heaven to end…

 

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the internet).