Carnal Love…

…I say to her, close your eyes my love, see the limits fade into distant horizons as my lips touch yours soft and tender in a kiss filled with sweet, lingering warmth. As I hold her in my arms and our bodies intertwine, our being becomes one and we lose ourselves in one another, once again. Our bodies fail to chain us separate any longer and that sweet feeling runs deep, deep inside to the very core of our being, so full and so rich. Flesh binds flesh with the thread of burning lust whilst our souls remain interlaced in the mystic beauty of love.

I feel her swans caught under my chest rise with each inhale, and I move down to taste her nipples; they are as firm and erect as solid crystals and they bring the taste of sweet strawberries fresh. I feel the warmth of her every exhale and I hear her moans like sweet music in my ears. I feel her body move and shiver, with each kiss, each touch, I intend to leave no spot untouched.

I feel her lips and tongue swiftly run through every inch of my body the next second. I feel as though my body is in flames and I am about to explode, aching for her serene touch. My heart pounds heavier with each passing second and the world becomes a blur, only thoughts of her left in my mind while I chase sanity. I believe even heavens melt when love so pure comes to life, and we make love till we give birth to love itself.

And I kiss her a thousand times more all over again, wet, moist, she feels my lips. She feels my teeth sink in slowly into her chocolate brown skin and tease as I move from her neck to her toe tips. I leave untouched, the most sensitive and sacred till the end, till her mind runs wild with pouring colors and growing anticipation. My tongue gently brushes the flower above her sacred altar then, and only then, before quietly moving into the opening, and I slip in my tongue as deep as it runs. And I suck the nectar that comes pouring, every single drop that drips, her sweet flower in my mouth, in goes a finger, two, three then a fist. Her moans turn into cries and screams, but she still would not back down; she tells me she finds pleasure in pain. It drives me insane, reasons unknown even to myself, and I take my time till I know I have pushed her over the edge. And I take a moment to glance at her face, to gaze into her beautiful eyes, her smile, it is the sweetest I have ever seen, and I have to stop, I have to stop and kiss her lips, as I cannot resist, for a long sweet while.

We remain in our sweet embrace for another second before tides of aphrodisia pull us in, and the turn is hers, and she isn’t going to wait. She pushes me down to the pillow, and I don’t hesitate, instead I savor her every kiss, every lick, every bite. She touches me in a way that makes me feel as though there is electricity running through my veins. By the time she gets to where she is intending, my lips have already run dry with pleasure so intoxicating.

I feel paralyzed as I lay down there, as I feel her lips wrapped around wet and warm and her tongue running up and down, in slow gentle motion. Paradise surely must be burning with flames of carnality now, and I fail to hold in these roaring rampant impulses that scream inside. She feels the veins bursting out and the rod pulsing, and she sucks it like a tigress staved for days till there is liquid love dripping like the juice of a thousand cherries red. I pull her back and lick her from the navel up and over her throat, before she stops me with a rain of kisses. I put her on the bed, I pin her down, and she surrenders without a whisper, without a sound, we both know we are yearning for the same irresistible sin.

Passion pours in the form of sweat that drips and our bodies move so smoothly, skin caresses skin. We devour each other with our lips, teeth, tongue and finger tips. Cuffs chains and whips cannot hold us down now, we have grown far too impatient, to unwind, unleash and set our souls free. It is as when raging burning steel is shoved in snow so tender and it starts to melt; she is as wet as winter and our fluids pour as free as water, and our tongues coil together once again. While our tongues play, my raging pulsing rod reaches so far deep in her that she feels it in her womb. And I feel her every muscle wrap around so tight, welcomingly moist, I taste sweet ecstasy divine. The chamber is so filled there is no space left, it feels like she is about to tear apart. Yet I feel vulgar, I try to shove my fingers in, insanity now is only a step away.

We engage as I lie on her divine body of a goddess, then as she lays on top of me.  And before I take her from behind, our eyes lock and we gaze into each other’s souls for a long everlasting second absorbing each other into our unified being fully. Temptation drives me to pull her by the hair and she turns and sinks her teeth into my arm, till her mark I bear. And our lips tremble before they consume each other again, and she would not let go, as I would not either. She holds my lips closer to hers with her teeth, till I bite back and we both taste our blood in our mouths. And we suck every drop, till no drop is left to bleed. We are too far gone to turn back; insanity takes us in its embrace, we remain enthralled for hours till sun light fades and reappears, in sheer madness.

Every second more wild and out of control than the one before, each movement heavier, louder, passion now blends with sweet aggression to create new temptation. Our veins and nerves explode with intense sensation and rapid pounding thrusts make the bed shake making much too noise for the outsiders to hear. We cannot bear it a moment further, and the feeling grows stronger, we have both reached the zenith of this divinely pleasure. And the nectar of love gushes into fill the passage of new life, whilst we both go blind in blissful oblivion, and before we return to our senses again...

V.

Is she you, are you her, have you heard, the tale of her...?

She has lied awake in her sorrow, in the still of the night, the still of the day,

Many a nights and many a days, only time has escaped,

She is trapped inside the same frame, she cannot break away

Emptiness has entrapped her mind

All the smiles and laughter she fakes,
The tears and screams she hides away,

Cannot heal the void inside, 
She feels forgotten, left behind

Memories of an unforgiving past,

Haunts her deep within, feeds on her fragile soul

Fear lurks in the corners of her world, now unknown

Stranger times, she has lost her mind

Voices creep out from the dark of night, whispering in her ear

She tries to cover her ears, in haste,

Though the horror never ends, not a moments escape

She wanders away in search of salvation, calm and silence, she never finds

Colors fade into black and white, 
beauty broken, twisted, and disfigured

The love she sought, has stabbed her in her broken heart, once again

Everyone who ever came has always left

All the love, all the empathy, now in vain

Betrayal chokes her virtue, as twilight turns to night and steals the light,

Stealing away the spark in her eyes,

Anger and rage rape her mind, she loses her grip,

The world keeps spinning faster and faster, round and round

Confusion, anger, pain, and sorrow,

Crush her innocence; she seeks salvation in revenge and sin,

She feels the void growing within her, ever so faster

While she drowns herself in this blackened ocean

She looks at the barren sky wide open,

Betrayal, secrets and lies shamelessly crawl about in the open

Afraid to spread her wings and fly,

She is caught in a tangled maze

Wandering only takes her to stranger lands, she cannot relate

I hope she will find again, someday,

Compassion and love, that warm her heart, in her own secret place

I hope her wounds will disappear in the sweet embrace of the light of time,

And she will run no more, and hide away

She will find the spark in her eyes,

And the smiles absent of sadness she knew as a child

She will come to life again, innocence reborn,

In her secret garden, where forever love blooms…

V.

Evil Fantasies (Part I)

The night veiled by the tender rain, the pit turned rather muddy, cold breeze pierces the skin of the spectators as their veins pump burning, raging blood. They all restlessly await what is about to happen. The gloomy, ominous atmosphere slowly continues to turn those burning souls yet more sadistic with its voodoo whilst the sound of the rain harmonizes with the wind and fills the air, and the mist does its enchanting dance.

She then comes through the mist, and gets into the muddy pit, where she knows she belongs. She has only a translucent veil covering her nude body, rain drops softly caressing her skin, as envious eyes stare at every subtle detail on the Venus. She is about to get muddy, and soon enough, bloody.

The slightly visible scars on her breasts show that she is no stranger to pain, dark vices of the insane. Her mind, it is darker than the darkest of nights, her heart in love with the obscene. But her innocent eyes of a deer disguise her twisted mind, making her the perfect victim, the master, of burning souls. After all, she is a woman, and she has the right, to own the darkest and most perverse of all fantasies.

She kneels in the mud as a good slave waiting for her master would do, and glances at every pair of eyes that is burning with lust, she knows they are the corridors right into their souls; except hers, and she knows what every soul there is aching for. She cannot hide her delicate smile as she sees them right through. The smile is for a reason, but the viewers do not know.

He then comes, with whips and shackles in his hands. As her, he too gets into the pit, nude, whilst the mist and rain hopelessly attempt to hide his nudity. His cock is thick and long, in readiness to tear her apart. He thinks as he looks at her, she shall have all what pleases her, and more, in this unholy night.

She looks him in the eye before she looks at his cock; her lascivious eyes know neither shame nor fear. She knows the night never disappoints her, her cunt wet as October, her sacred fluids running down her thighs, blending with the mud and water, at the thought of the merciless, vulgar, animalistic pleasure that she is about to live.

She will take a good look at all the guests once more before she is blindfolded, for then she can paint her fantasy with the fire in the eyes of those men who'd kill to get the chance to ravage her, for then, while he thinks that she thinks of him, her imagination can run wild with a thousand men. And it is her little secret, hers alone, only for her to know. After all, she is a woman, and she has the right, to own the darkest and most perverse of all fantasies.

He takes a moment and gazes at the muddy Venus with a certain hunger in his eyes. He gazes at her slightly shivering, shaking body that aches for a man's touch, her soft melon breasts that move to the rhythm of her slightly heavy breathing, her erect nipples that have become so hard because of the cold and lust, her veins on her neck and on her temples that pop out because of the excitement and the blood rush to her head, her lips that tremble as she exhales and the rain drops that run down her rather firm thighs blending with her juices. It is time.

He slowly reaches her from behind, she must be prepared for the feast. He first ties her eyes; no more light in her world. It heightens the sensation of every single nerve ending under her skin and gives her imagination infinite freedom to run wild. He then puts the ball gag in her mouth, as she obeys without the slightest hesitation. No more screams allowed, all the pain, all the pleasure, all the raging emotions, all the burning lust trapped under her skin only to explode in her mind until he has used and abused her.



He proceeds to cuff her hands, her legs, then chains her to a steel pole by her neck. They are her favorite jewels for a night like this. They adorn her. They keep her in her place. They let her know she has a master and that she has no control.

She is a slave to this feeling of absolute helplessness, as it allows her to reach heights of overflowing pleasure that she would otherwise not let herself go. She yearns to be controlled, to be teased, to be pleased, to be pained, to be pleasured, to be ravaged, to be raped. She longs for her wildest fantasies to come true. And above all, she yearns the release and the freedom she finds in her cuffs and chains.

She is finally ready, to be the bride of his twisted dreams, to live her own secret fantasies, what she yearns for, what she longs for, for she is a woman, and she has the right, to own the darkest and most perverse of all fantasies.

V.