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CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon.
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79th floor. penthouse sun setting through glass walls city coming to life outside below her sweet girl settles in briefcase tossed to the floor keys on the table she reaches for the wine and glass decadent, bold aroma fills her senses first taste on her full red lips she smiles and her mind begins to release stilettos clicking across marble floors silk suit jacket unbuttoned now lying across the wing backed chair as she walks by stopping briefly, short skirt unzipped from the back... hitting the floor at her feet she steps out of it regal in her Leather corset garters, stockings and black stiletto's the beautiful blonde mound between her legs perfect, and moist from her sinful thoughts of Him of seeing Him again of His control.. His power and her mind that He devours with mere thought soft, blonde hair pinned up glasses tilted just so she stretches... and softly sighs thru the door to the bedroom she walks slowly, deliberately.. she pauses and her green eyes fill with wonder reflected off the glass walls that seperate her from the evening sky she sees His shadow watching her from a darkened corner lying in wait she trembles tongue licking full red lips her breath catches as He rises. she's in awe as He comes across the room it takes hours it seems, but it is mere seconds He stands before her closer and closer He looms beckoning with deep eyes while forcing her back to the cool, thick glass wall His gloved hand reaches to touch her face tracing its softness and pulls the ivory hair clip from her hair He steps back to watch it fall around her shoulders and reaches for her neck... collar in hand, He lifts His eyes to her and she raises her hair to receive His gift lovingly, and with deliberate intent, He fastens it around her and puts His hand at her chin, turing her head away, he growls softly 'you are mine, never forget that' and drives His hand inside her furiously, He is hungry for her wetness, her sin against the glass wall His fist devours His sweet girl shes spread before Him bared against the glass, for all the heavens to behold corset falls to the floor at His insistence He takes her and turns her roughly pressing her hands to the glass she loses her sense of sight as He takes it from her pulled tightly across her face decadent deprivation gloved hand on the back of her neck He warns her ' if you move, you will suffer a high price, do you understand me?' 'Yes Sir' she hears Him breathing and He is reflected in the glass wall shes pressed to.. she feels Him there below her, the city lights glow and she's mesmerized by the decadent anticipation of her next fate at His hands heavy thud strikes her silkened back delicious, heavy Leather strips claim her again, again. 'count, my sweet little bitch!' He demands and she begins.. 90, 95, 98... 'I will not be done soon, know this' 127, 133, 139 precious pain taking her to heights only imagined edges long craved.. but only in her mind she climbs deeper, faster and harder with each lash, deeper than the next then silence head snapped back to His reality He is there at her ear 'are you still with me my sweet girl?' 'Yes Sir' 'then you haven't had enough have you?' shes spun around and His hand grips her throat as the other drives deep inside of her fist fucking her choking life from her as she's re-born for Him, to Him ravaged skin at her back, against the cool glass wall she drops deep under His hand she is owned He squeezes once more. (c) miss entycing 6/2011.
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