“Sometimes your nearness
takes my breath away;
and all the things
I want to say
can find no voice.
Then, in silence,
I can only hope
my eyes will speak my heart.”
Robert Sexton
This blog is about a few of the innumerable and intriguing facets that make THIS Woman.
Any image/content here is usually something from the world wide web [unless otherwise indicated] that caught my attention and held on. The writing that accompanies the images however, is usually mine.
In the event that there is a problem or error with copyrighted material, the break of the copyright is unintentional and the material will be removed immediately upon request
I am something of a female supremacist. That said, nothing gets my optical circuits singing than an unclad male form. There is something about a man who is confident and secure in his skin that gets my blood moving. That is what is reflected in my selection of images at times.
Dominance and Sadism are an integral part of me. As are erotic twist to words. And you will find them spilling out in my posts here regularly, if not exclusively. The contents of this blog may therefore be unsuitable for viewers below the age of 18years. • Ask me what you will.
• Submit to me...I promise to take good care of you. Slashes Of Crimson.
Any image/content here is usually something from the world wide web [unless otherwise indicated] that caught my attention and held on. The writing that accompanies the images however, is usually mine.
In the event that there is a problem or error with copyrighted material, the break of the copyright is unintentional and the material will be removed immediately upon request
I am something of a female supremacist. That said, nothing gets my optical circuits singing than an unclad male form. There is something about a man who is confident and secure in his skin that gets my blood moving. That is what is reflected in my selection of images at times.
Dominance and Sadism are an integral part of me. As are erotic twist to words. And you will find them spilling out in my posts here regularly, if not exclusively. The contents of this blog may therefore be unsuitable for viewers below the age of 18years. • Ask me what you will.
• Submit to me...I promise to take good care of you. Slashes Of Crimson.
Tsk…tsk querido. You have been bad. So bad, I cannot put this off any longer.
Drop to your knees now. Yes! Yes! Like that.
No! Don’t turn that smoldering gaze down. Keep those eyes locked to mine.
I am going to enjoy every moment of this loverboy. Hang on. It is going to be a bumpy ride! ~Obsidiana
I remember you…
Inside me like a fiend trying to possess…
Around me like a storm cloud….
Your passion so fiery it singes me….
And mine, so feisty, it claws back at you.
All night long, we burn for each other like human candles.
All day long, we try and sink into each other’s bones.
Aye, I remember you… For, I am the marrow flowing through your sturdy bones. ~Obsidiana
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”
― Rumi
I will weave swirls of color around your fantasies…the crimson of passion,the yellow of joy, the purple of torment, the blue of endurance…and when you let go, the all enveloping black of oblivion. ~Obsidiana
I held the roses while her restraints held me fast….the waiting grew…the roses withered….and with them my doubts and nerves. I wait…for Her…with nothing but hope and thorns. ~Obsidiana
Sticks and stones will break my bones. But your names will never hurt.
