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#TreatWeek by Cameron Lincoln

HUNTER & PREY

The prey is caught, the quarry found.

Pinned and sprawled, stripped and bound.

Wrists and ankles cuffed with steel,

Limbs spread wide, ready to feel

The hunter’s breath, raw and hot.

She’s the X, he’ll mark the spot.

With tongue, teeth and digit he lays to waste

All logic and reason, as he tends and tastes.

Helpless and hungry, she bucks and she quivers

As he feasts on sweet flesh, and her delicate sliver.

Perched on the edge, the precipice reached.

Her eyes plead mercy, for defenses breached.

Musculature ratchets, tight sinew coils

In a miasma of fever, as passion boils.

It floods and spills, the dam is broken

Engulfing release, desires awoken.

Gasping joy and gushing glee.

The prey, at last, is let loose, free.

Like beast unleashed from blissful jail,

She slips her bonds, weals flesh with nails.

The roles reversed, the hunter caught.

He marvels at the scene he wrought.

Biting, scratching, howling, riding,

Her nature escaped, unbridled, unhiding.

© Cameron Lincoln 2014.

Find more from Cameron at his website…

http://cameron-lincoln.com

or on his blog…

http://cameronlincoln.wordpress.com

He also has an anthology of his work available for purchase…

eBook – http://mybook.to/perfectpleasures

Print – http://bitly.com/perfectpleasures

Also if you pop on over to Amazon and search for him he has many other eBook’s available for purchase all of which are wonderful (In my humble opinion).

#TreatWeek by Benjamin Prewitt

Thoughts Of Her

 

Almond eyes as wide as the oceans deep

I crave to dive into their depths

And search for treasures kept hidden from the light

Caress each hair as if it was my own

Taste each piece of wanton flesh

As it quivers beneath my tongue.

The feel of your hips as they rise to meet my lips

The sound of your breath as it struggles to find its pace as our passions unfold.

The press of your legs hard against my shoulders as I bare my full weight into your frame.

The look of submission in your eyes

As you let the waves of ecstasy wash over your burning skin time and time again.

I yearn for the pull of your hair as your back arches from behind

The flesh drives deeper into your mind sending angels to the sky.

 

 © Benjamin M Prewitt 2014.

For more pieces like this from Benjamin may I suggest you pop on by to the following blog…

http://angelicdreamsanddevilishdesires.wordpress.com

Also Benjamin is a very fine artist, his work is spectacular and well worth a view so please pop over to his other blog to view it…

http://benjaminprewitt.com

 

#TreatWeek by Caroline Juliette

The Wolf And Little Red

 

A walk in the woods

my footsteps pad on forest floor

your howls have beaconed me

searching for what I don’t know

but I follow

because I can’t stay away

excitement surges with each ragged heartbeat

adrenalin coarses through my veins

every part of me longing to be with you

I feel my hunger for you increase with every step

my wanton desire overcomes me

still you call to me

I need to feel you

inside me

filling me

thoughts of you invade my mind

what is this power you have over me

together the two of us

wild, unabashed passion taking over

I am at your mercy

pulling me down to meet new grass of Spring

you lick suck and bite my skin

claiming me

every inch of me is yours

as you enter my wet core

my body trembles with release

you are my beast

the wolf to my little red…

© Caroline Juliette 2014.

For more from Caroline please pop by her blog…

http://carolinejuliette.wordpress.com

Lisa the thief

sjw2014:

Please share this… each of us works hard to produce work from our hearts and to have someone else steal it and claim it is theirs is disgusting! You wouldn’t walk into a store or someone’s home and steal from them so why some people believe it is ok to steal someone else’s work is beyond me! Spread the word please, thank you xx

Originally posted on A Faded Romantic's Notebook:

It depresses me that I have to do this on my birthday.

I despise plagiarists – those who steal the words of others and use them to add value to themselves. A true writer will always credit his or her sources – and certainly not pretend that the words are their own. It is shallow and dishonest and the mark of someone without morals or scruples. Or talent.

Lisa is such a plagiarist. She steals my words and, because what I write is nothing so special, she may well be stealing your words, or the words of those you admire.

I would appreciate whatever help you can give in exposing her and having her blog removed.

Thank you.

Romantic Dominant

PS and Lisa, you probably won’t want to steal this one.

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Sweet Temptation

A finger dips

Into the centre

Bringing forth

Delicious nectar

Tongue does lick

Mouth does suck

Tempting and teasing

Waiting to fuck

Heavenly moans

As the body rocks

To sweet centre

Does tongue dip

Flicking forward

To take a sip

Swirling

Twirling

Slowly

Savouring

Licking

Lapping

Tasting

Devouring

Her delicious centre

Heady scent

Fills the air

The moans

Sighs, cries and whimpers

Begging him

To take her there

To heavenly heights

Of pure ecstasy

One more flick

Essence flowing

Body shaking

Mind blowing

Breathless silence

Follows a final cry

His mouth giving her

The ultimate high…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

 

His Suit

Musky

With soft notes

Of spice

Gently float

Taking me to paradise

Memories of

Nights of sin

Of passion

Of pleasures

Within

Stolen moments

Spent with him

Soft fabric

Brushes against

My skin

Taking the shirt

Slipping it on

The feel of the cloth

Makes nipples pert

Turning me on

Wrapped in his scent

Calmness restored

The feeling heaven sent

Bringing me instantly

Closer to him

Until he returns

This is all that remains

A suit

A shirt

And scent filled memories…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

Sweet Anticipation

The teasing continues

Excitement does build

Body anticipating

The treats that she holds

Delicious treats

Full of sin and surprise

But still the teasing

And waiting

For delights to arise…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

Rich And Full Bodied

Rose petals fell

From hand to bed

Freshly pulled

From slender stems

Yellow mixed with red

Filling the room

With their heady scent

Silky to the touch

Filling her head

With thoughts of him

Two stems were left

Intact

Thorns and leaves

Removed

Just leaving blood red

Blooms sitting

At the top

Blooms that he had

Insisted she leave intact

The colour of the blooms

The same as the lingerie

She wore

For him

Bloody red satin

With black lace trim

The basque hugging

Her voluptuous curves

Sipping wine from crystal

The merlot rich and

Full bodied

She waited patiently

For him to join her

Tonight was special

The anniversary of their

First meeting

Their first night

His hands slipped

Around her waist

As his mouth met

Her neck

Whispering sweet delights

In between kisses

The heat from his hands

Spreading throughout

Her body

Fuelling the fire

That she always

Carried for him

Moaning softly

As his hands

Moved up the satin

One pausing at her breast

While the other

Found her throat

Fingers pinching

Her elongated peak

And stroking soft

Flesh around her neck

She was eager

Soaked with just

That simple touch

Wanting and needing

The glass in her hand

Tipping and falling

Red wine spilt

And crystal splinted

As it hit the floor

Forgotten as his touch

Was all that mattered

Moving her towards

The bed

His hands moving again

Pushing the basque

Up over her hips

His deep sensual

Laugh filling the room

When he found

No panties blocking

His way

The feel of his desire

Pushing denim against her

Gently grinding cheeks

Was intoxicating

Hands running over

Basque hitting the floor

Falling in wine and crystal

As he lay her down

Amongst the rose petals

She turned to look at him

Naked apart from pale

Worn jeans

A fine example of manhood

Soft hairs covering his chest

Dark shadows over his tan

Just the sight of him

Made her wet

Anticipation making

Her desperate

Her fingers slipping

Across her skin

Seeking delight

And pleasure within

Hearing him tut

Her fingers did pause

The long stem of rose

Held in his hand

Slowly dragging over

Her heated flesh

Teasing and caressing her

With the silk

Buttons popped

Releasing

Veins defined

Along his length

His tip glistening

With first delicious drop

Her tongue tracing

Her lips at the thought

Flinging the rose

Across the room

Jeans seeming to

Disappear before her eyes

Eyes meeting

Their desire for each

Other almost a thirst

And tonight that

Thirst would be quenched

Completely

Until they were too

Exhausted to

Drink from each other

Anymore…

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture sourced from the Internet).

His Return

His thoughts once again

Went to her

His love

Wondering how she

Was doing

Had the hurt gone

Again he swore

He saw her

Standing at the window

But he knew

It was just a trick

Of the light and his mind

His home still

Held her aura

Her scent

His mind

Forever tortured

By memories of her taste

Throwing down his keys

He walked down the hall

His home felt empty

Dark and alone

Her image haunted him

Every day, everywhere

Something caught his eye

Another trick

Or was it

For there on handle

To the door of his office

Hung a dress oh so black

A dress he knew

She had worn

In the past

Excitement did mount

His length

Began to twitch

At thought of his

Shaft buried deep

Within

Her mouth

Her heat

To have her knelt at his feet

His power returning

As he flung open the door

Coming to a standstill

At the image he saw

There she knelt

In position

Awaiting his word

Around her neck

Was his string of pearls

He smiled as he looked

Admiring the way

They looked against her skin

His palm twitched

As much as his shaft

But he knew there

Would be time for that

Right now he needed

To see

Whether she was real

Had she returned

Safely to him

He covered the space

That stood between them

Silently and swiftly

Kneeling down in front of her

His fingers cupped her chin

His heart quickened

At the feel of her skin

Lifting her face

He looked deep within

No fear

No shame

Left in her eyes

Just love

And lust

There just

For him

Taking hold of the pearls

He took her lips

A kiss filled with passion

Taking what he had missed

Feeling her give

Herself once more

He smiled as he felt

Her fingers

Release his belt

His buttons

And finally

His zip

Her slender fingers

Wrapped around him

All thoughts of power and

Control swiftly gone

His need for her rose

As she softly stroked him

Then something snapped

Deep inside

His head cleared

As control returned

The growl from his throat

Caused her to pause

Standing he pushed

His length to her lips

Gasping when he felt

Her tongue on his tip

It had been too long

He wouldn’t last

He needed to have her

Hard and fast

Her moans vibrating

Along his shaft

Wrapping his hands

Into her thick dark brown hair

Thrusting deep

He held her there

Watching the tears

That rolled down her cheek

Still her eyes held no fear of him

Just joy, pleasure and desire shined within

Their eye contact did it

That last final thrust

His essence did pulse

Down into her throat

Sucking and tonguing

Taking it all

Finally he smiled

Expressed his pride

At having his girl

Back at his side

Reaching down

He pulled her into his arms

Holding her tight

They stayed in embrace

Softly stroking

And talking

Until day

It did break…

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© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from the internet).

Champagne Cocktail

One of the stories that appeared on RD’s that I’m reposting to this blog because I love it…

Sitting here at the table, the delicious meal that you had so lovingly prepared had been eaten and enjoyed. Now we sit here holding hands and gazing into each others eyes whilst you thumb tenderly strokes the back of my hand and we smile softly at each other, our smiles replacing the need for words. The look of love in your eyes is breath-taking, again I wonder what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you. As always your attention to detail was spectacular, the room looked beautiful as we sat there in soft candle light. In the centre of the table is your customary single red rose, not in a vase but lying on the crisp cotton tablecloth, the black ribbon tied around it’s long, slender stem so dark against the white cloth. You had made the evening perfect everything chosen to make the atmosphere romantic from the soft music that played in the background to the food, a perfect, quiet romantic meal for two. Releasing my hand you rise from the table, extinguishing the candle as you wait for me to stand. taking my hand once more you lead me from the dining room, along the hallway towards the stairs and your bedroom quietly chuckling to yourself as I moan about there being no dessert. Turning you kiss my pouting lips before whispering, “Oh my love there is dessert and I guarantee you will enjoy it.” The lust in your voice makes me shiver with desire as your breath brushes softly against my flesh. When you turn again and lead me the rest of the way to your bedroom I can feel my need for you growing.

Entering the bedroom you lead me to the centre of the room before leaving me while you quickly close the heavy, velvet drapes. The lustful look on your face as you walk back to me leaves me feeling weak. Walking behind me you place delicate kisses on my shoulder as your fingers make short work of the bow that holds my halter neck silk dress in place, releasing the ties you let the dress slowly float to the floor and pool around my feet leaving me standing before you naked apart from my delicate, red lace panties. A smile appears on your face as your hands run down over my already sensitive skin towards the apex of my thighs, slipping a hand between my legs you stroke the soaked material that covers my swollen lips before dipping a finger beneath the lace, pushing it gently into my heat. “I see you are ready for me my naughty girl.” You growl, a lustful moan my only response as you stroke in and out so slowly, each movement making me quiver with need. Pulling you hand from between my thighs you move around to face me, your fingers hooking the elastic at the top of my panties before pulling them down quickly over my hips before letting them slip down my long, slender legs to join my dress on the floor. Your hands following the lace down my legs then sweeping back up my thighs and over my hips; your fingers sinking into the firm flesh of my ass as you pull me hard against your body, your lips finding mine, kissing me hard your tongue pushing through mine opening them so that our tongues can begin their passionate and highly intimate dance. The feel of your ever hardening length pressing against my stomach making me groan with desire and even though you have me pulled tight against you I find a way to move my body against yours rubbing your length through the fabric of your trousers. With a growl you sweep me off my feet and place me in the centre of your bed, as you begin to underdress I roll on to my side to watch you, my eyes feasting on the sight of your naked body. My lust, desire and need reaching critical point as you stalk towards me, I know if you don’t take me soon I’m going to explode, that’s how powerful an effect you have on me…

Moving onto the bed you lay down next to me, your fingers running down my side so gently it almost tickles, my nerve endings on fire as your hand passes over the curve of my breast. our eyes lock and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of nervousness in yours. My surprise must have shown on my face as you smile at me and gently kiss my lips, the glimpse of nervousness replaced by pure love as you softly whisper, “Do you trust me my love?” My hand reaches up to caress your cheek, without hesitation I reply, “Always darling.” The look of relief on your face melts my heart as I feel it pounding in my chest with excitement and all the love I have for you. Your hand moves from my side to my wrist, gripping it as you push me onto my back before pulling my hand above my head and binding my wrist securely to the post of the headboard with a length of deep red ribbon that you have removed from beneath the pillow; checking that the ribbon is tight enough to hold me but not too tight that it will hurt me. Satisfied with your work you move to the other wrist repeating the binding and checking. The scent of my arousal is heavy in the air as you lean in to kiss me, your lips meeting mine so soft and yet so forceful. Breaking the kiss you gently lift my head placing a satin blindfold over my eyes, the last thing I see is your gorgeous smile. A feeling of calm runs through my body as I wait, just knowing you will do nothing to hurt me as I lay there exposed is enough to soothe any nervousness I should have been feeling. Once again your lips meet mine but this time your kiss is filled with so much hunger it steals my breath and I moan into your mouth letting you know I’m ready for whatever you have planned.

My lack of sight has made all my other senses so acute, I feel everything as you move from the bed, each movement so strong as I feel how the mattress rises and falls as your weight shifts. My hearing now so sharp I can hear every breath you take, concentrating hard as I hear a noise I recognise but for the life of me I can not place, the mattress dipping again as you re-join me on the bed my mind in overdrive as I wonder what you are up to but not concerned as I would trust you with my life and soul. Gasping I feel the cold, hardness of an ice cube slowly circling my already hard nipple before you mouth encloses around it, the heat of your mouth making me gasp again as you slip the ice across my body to my other nipple, your mouth softly sucking my puckered rose as your tongue flicks across my super sensitive flesh torturously making me squirm against my bonds. So many sensations rush around my body as you move the ice down my stomach towards my heat and my moans come thick and fast as you tease my body mercilessly. The ice slips between my smooth folds and you rub the ice gently over my hard bud, the heat from my body melting it causing trickles of water to run down over my core and between my cheeks creating more and more mind blowing sensations to race through my body as I struggle to cope with the onslaught, my body quivering with pure pleasure making you groan passionately. Then without warning all the erotic sensations stop as again you move away from me, again I hear sounds I cant place but my excitement is mounting again by the second as I wait not so patiently for you to return to me. A loud pop startles me from my thoughts and I jump making the ribbons tighten slightly as I do, you are quickly by my side and your hand softly strokes my cheek as you whisper, “Shush sweetheart it’s fine.” Your voice soothing and calming me so much that a feeling of safety fills my body knowing that whatever it is you are going to do will be wonderful but that doesn’t stop my mind from racing as I lie prone desperately trying to figure out what you have planned.

The mattress dips again as you move closer to me, our lips meeting again soft at first but quickly becoming hard and passionate as your hand run over my chest catching my nipples between your fingers, rolling and squeezing making me moan into your mouth as your tongue teases and plays with mine driving me wild with need. just when I think I am about to explode you break the kiss leaving me breathless and wanting more. Your hands move from my breasts down my body and over my thighs before parting my legs, your fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs making me once more squirm against my bonds. Pushing my legs even further apart you groan when you see how wet I am for you, your fingers tracing slowly around my heat but not touching where I want and need even though I am writhing at your touch. I cry out when you finally push your fingers into my core, caressing my inner flesh seeing just how ready I am for you. I hear you whisper, “Good girl.” My body clenches around your hand, you know the affect those two words have on me, the delight they cause. It’s then that I feel a trickle of something icy cold on my stomach closely followed by the heat of your mouth as you lick and suck the liquid from my flesh. Again you ask if I trust you, not moving until you hear my response, even though it is barely audible you obviously heard it as you place kisses across my stomach… Slowly you remove your fingers from their sensual exploration of my heated core and slip your arm beneath my hips lifting and tilting me slightly. As you softly kiss and bite my inner thigh you push something cold and hard inside me, my moans and gasps coming hard and fast as I feel the same cold liquid that you had poured over my stomach flood into my heat, the sensation of popping bubbles inside me pushing me so close to the edge. Realising its a bottle that you are slowly moving in and out of me, teasing me and filing me with more and more of the liquid. Your arm holds me tight and still as you pull the bottle carefully from inside me slipping your tongue between my folds in its place, moaning hard against me as you lap at the liquid that is now mixed with my sweet essence each movement of your tongue creating more bubbles inside me. Your tongue moves up and flicks across my hard bud before you move up my body. Slowly you push your hard, pulsing shaft into me making some of the liquid spill out and on to the bed, you gasp as the bubbles begin to pop around your length as you push further into me and the now cool liquid. You begin to move, each movement slow and precise as your length strokes my sensitive flesh, our breathing becoming harsh as erratic as our hips grind in time with each other, each thrust causing explosive sensations to race throughout my body. Moaning your name in between breaths, begging and pleading for you to take me to my pinnacle, instinctively you know how close I am and your thrusts become faster, deeper and more urgent, your tip slamming against my cervix as my cries get louder and louder. As you slam into me one more time my muscles clench, gripping your length tight as my orgasm takes over and your body releases deep into me and the liquid…

You stay buried deep inside me as our bodies begin to calm, leaning over me you carefully slip the blindfold from my eyes, the smile on your lips mischievous but full of love. Reaching to the side of the bed you pick up a glass and lifting my hips again you slowly pull out of me, resting the glass against my hot flesh as the liquid begins to seep from me, tipping my hips forward the liquid spills from inside slowly filling the glass, I watch as you raise the glass to your lips, taking a sip before smiling. “Delicious.” Placing the glass on the table you unbind my wrists pulling me onto your lap, your arm wrapped tightly around my waist as you pick up the glass, handing it to me as you bring your lips to my ear and whisper, “Your champagne cocktail my good girl.” Raising the glass in a mock toast I smile and drink the precious, delicious liquid of our intimate union while you hold me in your arms.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Picture originally sourced from the internet).