Slashes Of Crimson.

This blog is about a few of the innumerable and intriguing facets that make THIS Woman.

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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.
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Slashes Of Crimson.

He seems particularly hungry tonight, the beast rippling underneath his skin.
I smile, because now he knows how I feel. Every night. Every day.
I feel the answering snap of teeth as my hunger rises to tangle with his.
So, I loosen my hold on his reins a little; allow his animal to emerge roaring and thrashing.
And when he does…oh when he does, I feast on his unreastrained violence.
I let the storm clouds of desire build. I watch our mingled breath fog.
And then, I stake my claim. Tug on his leash. Fulfill him. And tame his raging heart.

~Obsidiana

He seems particularly hungry tonight, the beast rippling underneath his skin.

I smile, because now he knows how I feel. Every night. Every day.

I feel the answering snap of teeth as my hunger rises to tangle with his.

So, I loosen my hold on his reins a little; allow his animal to emerge roaring and thrashing.

And when he does…oh when he does, I feast on his unreastrained violence.

I let the storm clouds of desire build. I watch our mingled breath fog.

And then, I stake my claim. Tug on his leash. Fulfill him. And tame his raging heart.

~Obsidiana

11:43 am • 14 January 2012