Mardi Gras

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WriterDom
WriterDom
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New Orleans Fairmont
A long mahogany desk
across from the Master bed
hands directed
glued by command
no ropes or cuffs

half bent and spread in manolos
compromising, but betrayed
by increasing wetness
racing pulse
deep breathes turning to gasps
as plug is worked
ever so slowly
into the rosebud
deeper until knob pries deep
and i seal around it
leaving only pastel flange between cheeks

cool leather tails
slither down back
pirouette onto hips
the dance begins
winter pale skin
warmed and glowed
first soft, like distant thunder
intensifying as i detach
from the reality
soaring spaced out
far away into a featureless world
senseless and painless free falling
a drugless euphoria

awakened by gentle hands
comforting voice
till the blinking lantern
registers again
beyond the sheers


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AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
Throwing Beads!

Great job, WriterDom. I find, in much of your work, a drugless euphoria; one beckonned by passion and need.

Du LacDu Lacabout 19 years ago
Visuals...

I enjoyed the visuals in this work... the harsh comparision to the gentle hands... whipping and caresses.. nice..

thank you for the read

du lac

WickedEveWickedEveabout 19 years ago
I don't google. I yahoo.

I had to yahoo manolos. I found a pic. Very sexy boots.

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