Blade's kiss

i wrote this for a friend of mine, Tasha, for her two month anniversary being smoke free. i hope Yyou all enjoy it as well

Blades Kiss

Antcipation mounts, so heavy, so light....

The air is thick with it, limbs heavy, trembling.

Shifting you strain against the ties that bind, feet and hands

You arch against the strap that holds you down, pleading past the gag in your mouth

Nostrils flare as eyes roll, then flutter closed, sooty lashes upon flushed damp cheeks.

You relax again, waiting.. anticipating, feeling the desire coil and grow within your belly

Feeling the desire pulse, hot and wet between your thighs, throbbing with the beat of your heart

There... a cool kiss against heated flesh.. something sharp, something wicked.

The desire hits you like a thunderclap, the need for the sting, for the pain, the total submission

A laugh is heard, low, husky, and sultry, as the knife trails down along flesh.. just enough to feel the edge

Again you strain, trying to meet the knife, trying to press it against your flesh, but it leaves, and a tsk is heard

You know then.. to play the game.. you relax again, your limbs trembling, your body pulsing.

Again the knife returns, sometimes pressing sometmies not.... sometimes there's a faint bite, as the flesh gives way

So sharp the sting, so sweet the pain, the brief contrast of the cool kiss of metal and the warmth of the blood as it spills

The blade is gone, and warmth is found anew, as lips and tongue trace the trail of blood from the end to the source.

Again and again, the blade kisses flesh, and again and again blood springs forth.

Give and take the ebb and flow, each cut brings you higher and higher until finally you crest and fall.

Still it went on, the bite and soothe until you can take no more... then one.. final cut sending you reeling and sobbing with release

Comfort is given, straps removed, gag tossed away.and you kissed the blade, licking your blood from it.