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Hhhmmmm …
This looks good…
No ….
Ummmm …
Too casual …
Too old …
Whose is this..?
Too loose …
Too tight …
Where the hell did this come from..?
Too big …
Too small …
Oh … what about this? This might work … no…
Not sexy enough …
Ugh..!
Damn ..!
“FUCK..! Why does getting dressed to see him always cause me so much bloody stress?!?! SHIT..!” Trixie stood naked, hair dripping fresh from the shower and rummaged through her closet. She maniacally pulled skirts from hangers and shirts from drawers. “I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!!”
She sank to the floor in the large walk-in closet. There were so many clothes, but nothing seemed quite right. She let her head fall into her hands. “Think, girl… think! He said he was taking you to dinner… what is so difficult about getting dressed for dinner?”
Frustration washed completely over her. When she finally looked left at her shoe rack, she stared for a minute before sitting up and reaching for a shoe box. It was the one holding her new black with white polka dots 4 1/2 inch high stilettos. The fuck-me shoes with the cute bow attached right above the peep-toe. She pulled them out and inspected the pink leather accent inside.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the door mirror, she twirled the shoe by its heel and watched the muscles in her arm flex with the movement. Tiny beads of water still glistened on her shower fresh skin, as if not wanting to leave the softness of her body.
A single droplet slid down her breast and clung precariously to her nipple. She took the heel of her shoe and used it to push on the flesh above it. The water held steadfast. Again, Trixie pressed forward with the spike, but this time below her nipple. And still, the droplet remained.
“What a beautiful nipple decoration I have,” Trixie mused, admiring the new addition to her body. She brushed the shoe against her belly as she watched the miniature crystal chandelier linger on her jiggling breast.
“I wonder how long you will stay if my nipple becomes erect, my little liquid Diamond? Hhmmm?” Trixie dragged the stiletto up one thigh, across her waist and down the other.
She pulled up into a kneeling position, spreading her knees, never taking her eyes off the precariously perched drop of water. When she turned the shoe upside down and grazed along her vaginal lips, the tremors of her flesh nearly pulled the moisture free from its stronghold.
And as she shivered slightly at the sensation, she watched as her nipples responded to the call. Pretty pink raspberries developed, but still the drop of water did not fall.
Eyes misting over, half closed, she continued circling and stroking herself with the spiked heel of her new favorite. Thin red lines scratched patterns across her flesh. Streaks of passion, a maze for her liquid Diamond to follow down her body.
Finally … finally … the precious droplet released its hold. It meandered slowly down the curve of her breast. Shimmering for merely a second before dropping to her stomach. The dip inside her belly button nearly ended the journey. But, the clear gem rolled on. Over the roundness of her ample belly and curving around her waxed mons. It found its demise when it slid into her cleft, finding and joining Trixie’s natural moisture.
Trixie smiled as she climaxed. “Welcome home my Diamond. It’s about time you’ve come.”
Sated and soothed, she pushed herself slowly from the floor and strode to her lingerie drawer. Inside, she retrieved a pink and black wisp of a garment nestled in with its cousins of silk and lace. Bringing it to her nose, she inhaled deeply. The thong was infused with the wonderful smell of fresh lavender from the sachet she always kept tucked in with her panties.
She stepped into the featherweight fabric and pulled it up her thighs. Her skin was alive with the sensations of self pleasure and the satin felt deliciously sexy. Trixie bent down to retrieve her black with white polka dots 4 1/2 inch high stilettos. The fuck-me shoes with the cute bow attached right above the peep-toes, just as the doorbell rang.
She glanced at herself in the mirror one more time. Naked, except for the delicate thong and her new favorite shoes … she knew she was dressed perfectly for her man.
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Liquid Diamond
1 ounce Vodka
1 ounce Peach Schnapps
Fill rocks tumbler with ice. Add vodka and peach schnapps. Stir.
Enjoy!
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To have someone give You control of their bodies and minds,
to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them,
to have someone willing to suffer for You,
to forsake pride and dignity to please You…
what other gift in this world can possibly equate to that?
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But more importantly,
what makes You worthy to receive it?
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- Author Unknown
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Blue-black strands of terror
clutched at her chest and squeezed her lungs, threatening to release the scream in her brain.
Panic rose in her throat, hitching her breath like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond. She swallowed it down, there was nothing to fear, she told herself. Calm down, breathe deep, let go. Use the adrenalin, let it carry you in its current.
The steel on her wrists and ankles had long warmed to her body temperature, dispelling the icy cold gaze of the man who had placed it there. His was not a hateful look, no … au contraire. It was merely his look of concentration, of observation as he scrutinized every fiber of her movements, every muscle twitch and her physical response to his actions.
For it was his job .. his calling .. his need that put them here. She, naked and in manacles stretched wide by steel ribbons and attached to rings solidly placed in the wall. Her waist and chest bound with rope that encompassed lovely breasts, reducing the blood flow to swell and firm them, increasing their sensitivity. The sensitivity that he capitalized on to tease and taunt her precious, erect nipples.
“Stop fighting them and they won’t hurt.” He could read her thoughts almost as well as he read her physique.
She forced herself to relax into the restraints, allowing her body to harmonize with her mind. For she too, desired this. To be here, wrapped and bound as his charge, in his custody and under his supervision. She knew she was cherished and protected no matter what the physicality looked like. She felt it … in her mind, in her body and in her heart. She trusted him explicitly.
He approached with the thick leather blindfold and His mouth curling into a deliciously wicked smile was the last thing she saw before the blackness. She felt the earplugs next and the deprivation of her senses was nearly complete.
“Open.” His minty breath in her nostrils and brush of lips on her cheek ran like satin through her loins as his command battled the hush of the earplugs.
She opened her mouth obediently and felt her chin cradled in leather before the silicone ball was slipped behind her teeth. An inverted Y-strap was pulled up and across her blindfolded eyes to rest innocently in her hair. It’s job was to wait patiently for the cheek straps to join them at the back of her head. She could just make out the tinkling of the buckles through her deafened ears as they were adjusted tightly.
Not seeing… but, somehow feeling his gaze on her, she waited. Seconds ticked by, then minutes. Not a whisper of air. Not a decibel of sound. Not a stroking touch. Nothing.
Her mind clicked to fast forward. Where was he? Was he close by or sitting on the other side of the room? What was he doing? How long did he plan on making her wait?
A tiny smile pulled at the corners of her gagged mouth. She knew the answer to this last one. He would make her wait as long as he pleased.
He loved to play with her mind. He felt she needed it and it was true. This was her favorite part… the anticipation… the process… the mind fuck. He loved it and so did she. It’s why they worked so perfectly together.
She took a large mental step into her private space. The place where only he could take her. The mindset some called ‘sub’ space. But, she referred to it as … her dream state. That perfect place of contentment and anticipation. Like Disneyland, where fantasies actually do come true.
The unexpected vibrating jolt on her clit had her thrashing against the restraints more fiercely than if she would have seen it coming. Rigid steel pressed into soft flesh with the sudden jerks of her surprise. Her sharp cry, stifled behind the ball gag seemed a foreign echo to her obstructed ears.
Hard pulls on her nipple elicited muffled grunts, effectively throwing her concentration from the buzzing on her clit, up to the torture on her breasts. The sting of the vibrator forgotten, she felt pain jump the fence and dance through hedonistic pastures of pleasure. She pushed her chest forward, wanting more.
The abrupt dismissal of her nipple and the thrust of a long slender finger into her core, yanked her attention south. She was on edge… off balance with the constant back and forth of mercy and malevolence. Her need spiked with another ravaging snatch of her breast.
Her body assaulted from both top and bottom, she careened on the cliff of ecstasy. Then when his finger bent and curled inside of her and his thumb pressed hard and circled her clit … she fell from grace.
“Please, Sir… may i cum?!?” Her rushed plea, forced out before her imminent climax, strained to be heard around the muzzle of the ball gag.
He released her nipple and pulled the earplugs from their canals of confinement. “Yes, pet… you may,” He granted, continuing his provoking plunge and twist on her inflamed cunt.
She rolled in her senses, waves crashing through her darkness. Muscles tried valiantly to expand within the unrelenting grip of rope around her torso. Pleasured forces shuddered beyond the steel that held her in place. She was liquid. Fluid and quivering. A river flowing enticingly around the bend, beckoning you to follow.
For a still moment he watched her, covetous eyes gleaming. Love and pride inflated his chest as he admired his submissive woman. His cock ramrod straight and hard, taxed the threads of his pants as he moved purposefully across the room to his toy box.
He was just getting warmed up.
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You give me Fever!
2 ounces Citrus Vodka
Lemonade
Fill a tall glass with ice. Add vodka. Fill with lemonade. Garnish with a lemon slice and a straw.
Enjoy!
you are a river
wild and free
But I can move you as I wish
I am your Gravity.
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you are a leaf on a tree
delicate and fair
But I can bend and twist you
I am your Air.
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you are drops of rain
a wet puddle of fun
But I create your rainbow
I am your Sun.
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you are an intelligent creature
seeking knowledge everywhere you look
Read and learn Me
I am your Book.
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you are a mirror
and We made a connection
when I stood in front of you
I am your Reflection.
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A kindred spirit
with a loving Soul
Come to Me now
I am your Half to make whole.
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Black and White Martini
3 ounces Vanilla Vodka
1 ounce Crème de Cacao
Black and White Licorice Candy
Combine vodka and crème de cacao with cracked ice in a cocktail shaker. Shake well, until sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Drop a piece of licorice candy into the glass.
Enjoy!
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“Bite me.”
Vanessa pleaded quietly, feeling the alluring pull of Elijah’s body even as her sight faded with the evening light. She groped for his hands in the near darkness, but came up short. He was keeping his distance. Protecting her, he said.
“Bullshit, Elijah! This is bullshit and you know it!” Frustration oozed from her words like slime from a storm drain. Black and grimy. “Why do you insist on keeping us apart, Lije… why? What are you afraid of?” Vanessa sank to her knees, not caring that she was soiling her wedding dress in the wet grass.
She had run from her betrothed. The man she loved since her teenage years. Left him at the alter. And ran to the man she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The man she was relentlessly drawn to.
But, Elijah didn’t want to ruin her life. He thought he couldn’t give her what she was used to, what he felt she desired. So he tried to disassociate himself.
But, she couldn’t let him go. She knew to the depths of her being that they were meant to spend eternity together. Fate shared her thoughts. And with hard lessons learned, kept pushing them together.
Elijah knew it from the beginning, but chose to ignore their Destiny. He truly didn’t want to pull her over to the dark side. He loved her and thought he could save her future by staying away. He felt she deserved more than to live the lifestyle that had claimed him.
“Bite me, Elijah,” Vanessa begged softly a second time.
Her lilting voice tugged heavy at his Soul and he felt his composure slip away. He bent down and pulled her from her knees and into his arms. And when he wrapped his hand around her throat, he could feel the pulse of her devotion under his thumb.
Quick and willing.
His breath caught. A surge of lust assaulted his loins.
All self-control evaporated.
Fangs, alabaster white and sharp as needles, ferociously revealed themselves.
Vanessa closed her eyes and turned her head, offering her veins to him … offering herself.
He bent down slowly, exhausting control vibrating every nerve. And in a movement so swift it blurred, he bit her neck and drank of her body.
Her blood warm and thick against his tongue, quenched his fire like a snort of coke quells an addict. He took long, sensuous pulls. Feeding his need and sating his cravings with her life force.
“Yes… finally,” Vanessa whispered, sinking into his embrace. The sharp sting of his teeth sent waves of pleasure through her body. She grasped Elijah tightly, desperately needing him to feed from her … to imbibe in her love.
Elijah felt his erection prick against his trousers. With a renewed surge of greed and an even deeper draw, he gulped the blood from her neck. His cock wanted freedom now. Yearning for her skin to replace the denim restricting it.
Holding her firmly to him, Elijah finally retracted his teeth. Tiny ruby droplets glistened on her skin, enticing him. Beckoning him to lick and taste.
Long strokes of his tongue caught every red bead as Vanessa pressed her aching breasts into his chest with each lap. Her heart pounded in her ears, her head swam with lust and love and happiness.
She could give this man what he needed … what they both needed. She knew that her decision to come here was the correct one.
Elijah ripped the wedding dress from Vanessa’s body and lay her on it in one movement. The tight white corset squeezing her flesh with ribbons and lace rosettes would be no match for his powerful grip, but he left it in place. He chose instead to delve below its beauty to her precious treasures encompassed in silk panties.
He removed the finery with one slash of his fang. Tufts of blonde down glistened with dewy moisture. Elijah could smell her heat.
His roar filled the vanilla peach air as he possessed her with his mouth. The intensity of his kiss overwhelmed Vanessa and she grabbed at Elijah’s head. Lifting her thighs and pulling his face frantically into her, she pushed herself onto his tongue.
A halo of warmth spread slowly through her groin until it reached a peak she could no longer contain. She screamed her release into the balmy night as Elijah hungrily lapped at her flesh. He held her hips, staying her trembles until she relaxed exhausted onto the pile of wedding taffeta.
Elijah prowled slowly up her body and peered deeply into her eyes. “You are Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, Lije … I am … forever.”
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Leap of Faith
6 ounces Citrus Vodka
1 ounce Sweet Vermouth
1 ounce Grand Marnier
1/2 teaspoon Lemon Juice
Add vodka, sweet vermouth, Grand Marnier and lemon juice to a cocktail shaker filled with cracked ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
*note: this martini is as potent as a Vampire’s bite… enjoy with extreme caution!
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