There's a pinpoint of light, he can barely see it through the dark silk of the blindfold. He knows his helplessness, but cannot stop himself from pulling against the cuffs and chains. The tinkling rattle soothes him and yet his heart begins to race. He is bound and helpless, awaiting my pleasure.
There is a whisper of silk on silk as I make my way toward him. He ***** his head to the side, straining to hear more. I slide the single tail from over my shoulder, letting it sway against my thigh...tapping lightly. His whole body shudders in anticipation.
I rake my nails lightly down his back, curving them down and lifting him to his toes as I dig them into his buttocks. He whimpers softly, music to my ears.
I tease him and taunt him for what seems like hours. The crack of the single tail a counter to his screams of ecstasy and pain. When he is bowed up, standing as tall as he can, muscles clenched, mouth open wide as he gasps for air.. I strike...My teeth sinking deeply into his neck. He screams one last time for me, then falls into the abyss, relaxing and submitting to me completely. I draw strength from him, swallowing the crimson flow, binding us together tighter and tighter until our heartbeats match. Euphoria, bliss, contentment...This is our shared pleasure, this is our ecstasy...

nicely done....

sort of a sweet surrender.....

Rated "X" for .....use your imagination

Thank you both

And thats not X rated lol I can't post my X rated stuff here heh, they'd kick me out LOL

A superb write.I was tempted to attach 1 of my writes"Tale of an Immortal"to your thread but I would never do that w/o asking permission first.Thx! 4 sharing.Godspeed!Cy

Please, feel free to share! I've read some of your things before and enjoyed them!!

whew that was hot

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Wicked HOT! Whew! Great write, wicked!

Thank you Chevy, and thank you too che!

~Tale of an Imortal~

Beware!In fact be deathly afraid,for this man who reigns is no mortal in any sense of the word nor does he hail from our country.His homestead is Transylvania and he has cheated death for many of centuries.His tattered cloak is moth eaten and thread bare though it is his faithful companion and has served him well.He has an insatiable thirst for blood and primal screams.His chalice runs over and mixes with the bone dry dirt that has been packed down from his countless footsteps to and from his lair.A musty and rank odor emanates from his crypt that is overpowering and capable of consuming all rational thought.I once spoke to an aging priest who was clinging to life upon his death bed.His final decree that was whispered into my ear had provided his true name.His birth name is Barnabas Collins and he was the only surviving son of a very beautiful heiress named Victoria.Under the moonlight his pupils shimmer and are surrounded by a pool of bursting red veins.His skin has become withered and parched over the decades but his strength is that of many men.It is said that he will cower before a crucifix but I shall confess that this is a mere fabled notion.Countless mortals have
been laid to waste by embracing such mindless fallacies.He is a very fast,cunning and ruthless predator who seeks his prey under the blanket of darkness.He leaves no traces or sound beneath his footsteps.He possesses razor sharp canine teeth which solely seek soft subtle human flesh which yields his very life source.The wind howls through the branches as he stands along the tombstones peering up at the pale fat moon.No mere foolish mortals are his companions.Not one I say.He is excited by the howling of the wolves in the distance for they remind him of the his true predatory nature.An infinite amount of beautiful women have fallen victim and have willingly given their souls to him for his alluring nature cleverly conceals his true intent.They offer their necks to him gladly as if they were seeking redemption for those who have fallen short of obtaining thee fabled fountain of youth.Beware!I say for his strength and immortality is increased tenfold upon every victim that he obtains.A gravedigger had once confessed to this priest that he has heard blood curdling screams emanating from his lair.His death had been welcomed with such exuberance and was shadowed by such relentless sorrow.Behold!I speak this truth to you for within me lies hope that you will use this knowledge accordingly and mercifully bring to an end such a horrific bloodshed.I am but a mere poet so do not expect me to act as a slayer.May you gather the courage and muster the strength required to enter his lair by daylight.For the sake of humanity and timeless bloodletting it is imperative that you undertake this grievous and harrowing task.Summon your strength and lift up
his coffin lid without delay.Then you must drive a wooden stake directly through his heart.Only then will mankind rest peacefully each and every night thereafter as darkness takes hold during their peaceful slumber.Then perhaps these countless victims along with their tortured souls may rest in peace.This is my final decree and ultimate sacrifice before my beloved readers.Seek justice and peace accordingly.Amen.Godspeed!CyPoet

Oooooooh my...that is wonderful Cy!!! Thank you for sharing it!!

Wicked write!

Thank you very much!

Nice images of a dark and intense scene.

Thank you Davey