A Winter Scene

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Dazzling snowflakes pattern shadows on the ceiling,
Their refracted shards of chandeliered light reflecting back
On glowing pink cheeks;
Striped satin skin
Igniting sparks in sapphire eyes.

Get on your knees.

The cheval shows
Two lovers,
Shivering;
Not from cold,
But from heat.

Bow your head.

With an appropriately attired nod to the elements,
She dons her boots,
Stilettos sharper than the outside air.

Put your hands behind your back.

The silk scarf,
And the sensual threads of binding
Promise it possesses…

 Yes, Mistress…

Is for him.

Inspired by the Free Write Friday prompt ‘scarf’.  This was my take on the subject.  😉

An Astute Observation

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Abby Normal (Emergency Back-Up Mistress of the Bay Area Dark and Triumphant Destroyer of Vampyre Kitties), on Parental Relations:

“Like maybe I would get along with the Motherbot better if she were a ginormous gay guy.”

~ from Bite Me: A Love Story, by Christopher Moore

Because It Amuses Me

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Prehistoric Porn Pictures
presents
THE SWINGIN’ STONES:  Summer Sexcapades

Guaranteed to light your fire on a cold winter’s day. 😉

Wanton Wednesdays will return to their regularly scheduled programming next week.

Meanwhile…

HENJOY!

*

Someone from my former blogland sent me this picture.  I do not know the artist, but I love the rendering.  Hope it brings a smile to your face.  🙂

Classified Cock Crush

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I have no idea what this means, but when checking out my stats today, it caught my attention that somebody found my blog by typing that phrase into a search engine. Move over, Belly Button Squirm (this was formerly the Best Search Term Ever, courtesy of The Dom Next Door), make room for…

(Drum roll, please.)

Classified Cock Crush.

Well, at least it’s alliterative.

And highly entertaining. 😛

Sounds like a porno spy flick. Lol.

Classified: I could fuck you, but then I’d have to kill you…?

No, no. Too violent.

Unless, of course, we are talking about a thousand (yes, I said ‘thousand’; I believe in setting high expectations) little deaths. (Orgasms, people! Or. Ga. Zums.) Ah… la petite mort(s).

And who better to perform such outrageously spectacular (sextacular?) feats (no, not feets) than…

Bondage. James Bondage.

Or something like that…

😉

Anywhoozle…

I am easily amused.

Just thought I’d share. 😀