Pale flesh, waiting for me to colour it.
To leave my marks of lust.
Ruby red welts.
Streaks of passion.
It is all I can do to restrain my desire to consume her entirely.
I slip her delicately inside my waiting mouth.
Her soft flesh sweet.
I bring her to life, teeth and tongue rolling viciously across her awakening.
I draw her down to me, mine to posses, mine to devour with care.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
The defiance in her look made my slow walk behind her all the more delicious.
The first crack across her raised buttocks a satisfying response to her look.
But it was the first bitten back whimper, defiant still in her restraint, which made the feel of her buttock beneath my palm sweet nectar.
Words by The Dirty Romantic.
Model: Mosh (of course!)
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His cruelest commands were always those that touched her most deeply.
When he had placed the chair in front of the open window, her heart leapt at what he would have her do.
When he sat her down and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, she could feel the heat race to her face just as the sunlight warmed the skin he exposed.
Her head swam as he told her to slip her fingers inside, she tried to remain as composed as possible, hoping what was visible of her above the windowsill would provide some image of normality and restraint.
She knew she was lost as he told her to push deeper and not to hold back, that she would be punished if he felt she was being restrained in any way.
Her head flared back as her orgasm began to build, her gasp loud as he told her to wait for his command.
But her final release came not from inside her, not from anything he asked her to do. It came instead from a phone call.
As she sat there body poised, full breasts alert and magnificent, she heard him dial a number. The name he gave the receptionist sent a shock through her, fear and confusion mixing with her need to come.
And then the reality dawned on her, why he had chosen this old run down hotel on the edge of the business district. She knew without looking up what she would see if she glanced across the road.
But despite that, she remained in place, she was his and would do as he wanted. He told her to begin again, the play and caress and not to stop until she came.
And as she plunged her fingers inside her already dripping hot core, she heard him speak again but not to her.
Her only recollection of those final moments was his quiet clear direction to her ex-husband to turn and look across the road.
To watch the woman he had thought cold and listless, the woman he had belittled for so long, abandoned to a life of drudgery and servitude.
To watch that same woman roar with passion, to watch her body shake with desire. To watch her shudder in a release he had neglected to create in 20 years of marriage.
And then he is beside her, one hand in her hair, one around her throat and his words in her ear. She is fully exposed, to him, to the eyes looking in across the window. And with that she finds the release she has waited for all her life.
Released from herself, her history, who she had become. There is no pretence here, not with him, no requirement to be anything other than who she really always was.
And she finally lets go.
Words by The Dirty Romantic
Oh and while I’m re-establishing balance in the Tumblrverse (or at least my little slice of it) here is some Dita too. For no other reason than it’s Dita and frankly she is a pretty damn good definition of erotic grace and beauty.
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Dita Von Teese
So let me begin as I mean to continue, with beauty beyond the main stream, with words that aren’t safe, with images that posses you and thoughts that corrupt you.
This won’t just be about the edge or the shock but also about the sweet, the sublime and the alluring. Never innocence though, as let’s face it, if we are here, no one is innocent.
So let’s indulge in the wicked purity of the female form, let’s together take a bigger bite from the apple and embrace the corruption. Let’s take the time to explore the many facets of beauty and trade eyes with the beholder for a moment.
But lets do so with grace, charm and elegance; never vulgarity, never coarse distain and never ever with a belittling eye or a lack of love. Each image and word should show the careful craft of someone who loves their craft and the subject of their composition.
This won’t be a soft focus journey of cliché images but will instead have a harsh hand behind the lens and the pen. One that wields with an arrogant expectation that direction will be followed and that beauty will be forged through challenge. That is can be made more by taking it beyond the safety of the comfort zone.
So let’s see if a worthy mix of words and images can be crafted to charm the mind and excite the senses, to leave you hungry for another sliver of decadence and debauchery severed raw.
Forgive the flowery nature of this introduction. I’m just letting my inner writer loose for a while, stretching the muscles so to speak, to see if he behaves. He’s been bottled up for a while and not sure just yet what he’s going to get up to!
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This poor little picture blog has been neglected for far too long - although I have spent an awful long time squirrelling away lots of pictures that intrigue and delight me.
They have just been waiting for the words. Which I hope I can now add and share.
Just putting put there as a little challenge to myself actually.
Lets see how I do!
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