she likes to be spanked

She likes it
Begs for it
Craves the beautiful sting
The sudden shock of impact
It makes her gasp
Ignites her
Strips her of self determination
The crack of the force
Sings to her ears

word wednesday aka creative corner

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge :-)

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better :-)

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

subtle

Its amazing how the wild tornado fire of your want

The white water whirlpool of your lust

How the stampeding urgency of your passion

Is expressed in the subtle and soft way

You bite your bottom lip

The Eroticnoire – 50 Shades contract/the Dom & the Sub

for those that may have heard of that book called 50 Shades of Grey and the BDSM theme I’ve decided to come up with my own contract.
here it is: https://t.co/XpqZ0P4t
or click here

the release …

its the release…
the eyes rolling backwards
mentally overwhelming
turning body rigid
vocally expressive
heart pounding
full body convulsions
head spinning
senses clashing
empowering submission
whirlwind of calm
forget the world
toe curling
orgasms
you give me
that keeps me coming back for more

late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
Move
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed

Dumbstruck

Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum