Haiku by gem A bright, black mirror smells like a wild animal - Your beautiful boots.

she waits by M/WolfShadow Ruby nails trace the outline of her tender flesh against silk A sound - eyes fall quickly to the floor she waits Power surrounds her - passion stirs deep in her body Helpless - emotions rage & tangle among themselves No restraint is placed - yet still unable to move she waits Breath at her ear - shudders of anticipation Whisper - instant obedience, head to floor - arms stretched above her head Palms up - ass high- legs spread wide she waits Viper sting - contented smile at the warmth on her eager flesh she knows again her Master's Love she waits Whisper - instant obedience, she sits upright - back straight - arms straight crossed at the palms - head down - kneeling legs wide she waits Beckoned to her Master's bed Sweet caresses tender kisses, slow manipulation. Torture begging for release - for Master to enter her wet body she waits Growl and pressure she rises above Him on the bed Filled with her Master in one motion - she waits A moment - Master lingers on the feeling of her trembling body Soft & Warm her body engulfs Him Bodies - like rivers - flow into one No end or beginning - a perfect circle Entwined they are complete Like the Love Master feels for His slave Subtle - Feral movement Passionate movement - wild abandon - draining release she waits Content smile - soft breath Used and needed Loved endlessly she waits Gentle breeze - her dark mane stirs her eyes flutter open - Master's accepting face And in the afterglow - of reaffirmed desire - of shameless need - of unbridled passion - she waits

Extreme Vanilla by Sir Night The code word was "easy", it was never brutal enough to be whimpered, or was the endurance love? The back of my hand has slapped smiles on faces. I too have had the pleasure of intruders instructing me, from the dark side of the rainbow. I have never cried during the blackness of leather, or the sleek barriers of rubber. Then it happened, from the other side of the rainbow, during Vanilla Love, tears wetting my cheeks, uncontrollable as children wetting themselves. Salted blue and black droplets oozed thick as oil paint from my eyes, infecting my wounds without latex gloves, my torn spirit fist fucked too well a pleasureless death, dark and stylized, Thanksgiving alone. The lawyer, a partner in the large firm was silent. I still hear the snapping of her heels moving uptown.