Leather and Lace

It's not too complicated, it is rather see-through,
Between the silken sheets a dream takes place
In someone's wonderland tied up with lace...
Handcuffs keep her submissive in bed
Her arms are tied above her head,
Legs pinned to the floor in front of the door
She's begging for more than ever before...
Black eyes and parted lips,
Moaning and moving her hips,
Begging for her newest fix,
Praying for more.
Swaying and shaking in all the right places,
Hot, rapid breath to cool off her neck
Goosebumps appearing all over her flesh
And her screams light up her face...
Yes, it's a night of leather and lace.

After Midnight

*Author's note: Bear with me please. It's the first one in a long time.

It was dark in the room when she entered. Luckily, she knew the layout of the bedroom well and didn't need any light to navigate through it. She glanced at her watch as she took it off: Half past midnight. He'd be home soon. She walked over to his full-length mirror and looked at herself. She wan't exceptionally tall, nor was she very short, but her built fit her size perfectly. She ran a hand along the side of her body, decided she needed a change of clothes, and slowly started taking her dress off. She wasn't the type of girl to wear a dress, but she always looked great in them, the clingy materials she picked looked as if they were a second skin.

After the dress was off, she threw it on the backrest of his computer chair, then took the clip out of her hair as she walked back to his mirror. She looked good. She wasn't wearing any lipstick, but she didn't need any. Her long hair curled at the ends and reached the small of her back, something she was very proud of. She was wearing his favorites: a black bra with red accents and seemingly transparent panties to match. She was very pleased with the way she looked tonight. She reached into his closet and pulled out one of his dress shirts. It seemed long enough to cover her ass and she put it on, making sure to unbutton enough top buttons to display her chest.

She decided to walk over to the bed and arrange the covers. He never made his bed before work, and he always came into the bedroom to change before their dates. After she finished, she positioned herself right in the middle of the bed leaning against his pillows. She always liked his bed. It was much bigger than hers, and he always knew the right ways to select his headboards. She leaned against the pillows and raised her knees a little. The shirt she wore was just long enough to cover some of her thigh and was cut high enough on the side to make it look like she was naked under it. She was startled moments later when he walked through the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't a bad looking man. He was quite gorgeous. The man was a little taller than she was, and was currently wearing loose jeans that barely hung on his hips and his favorite AC/DC shirt, that he usually wore to the casual days at his work. He looked good. His black hair was messy on top of his head and his black eyes shone in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Woah." was all the response he could manage before his face broke into a grin. "I thought we were meeting for dinner."

"Change of plans." she said smiling, and unbuttoned another button on the shirt.

"Give me five minutes." he said as he leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead.

He left the room, undressing as he was exiting, and seconds later she could hear the shower running. She contemplated walking in after him, but soon dismissed the idea because she already smelled of perfume and had just taken a shower before coming over. When the water turned off, he emerged from the bathroom, releasing steam that made him look almost magical. The towel around his waist wasn't too secure, she noticed, and was probably going to fall off the second he sat on the bed.

He strode over to the bed and sat next to her, pulling her on his lap, facing him. Through her thong she could feel the towel was wet, but then again so was she, and she couldn't help but laugh when he noticed it too. She was straddling his leg when his hand reached between her legs. She moaned as his fingers found her weak spots, and she was somewhere vaguely aware that he had taken off the shirt. She was almost naked, he was also.

He took off her bra and nonchalantly threw it on his desk, then told her to stand as he slid off the last of her cover. She craved his tongue on her skin, and let him put one of her legs on the headboard. She stood over him, her head bowed back as he bit into her inner thigh. He let her knot her hand in his hair and pulled her even closer to his mouth. She straddled him. The towel was surprisingly intact when she sat on his lap. She could feel him under it and she loved knowing that. She loved knowing how he reacted to her.

He bit her neck as his hands roamed freely on her body. One of his hands was caressing her breasts as the other found its way between her legs. His fingers knew all the right movements, and she wasn't shy about moaning into his ear. He also knew when to stop. He always did it. Right as she was about to scream in delight, he stopped.

"Don't. Please don't." she whispered as he kissed her again. But the moment was over.

She untied his towel and kissed him again. He was getting comfortable, when she worked her tongue down his abs and onto his cock. He instinctively opened his legs to welcome her, and placed his hand in her hair. She was really good with her mouth. She licked, she sucked, and she bit into his thigh until he couldn't stand it anymore and then wrapped her tongue around his cock until he exploded, then resumed her place next to him, laying in his arms as he struggled to find his breath.

"Damn girl." he finally breathed and kissed her.

He worked his way down her neck and licked and bit her breasts. He slid his hands between her knees and prompted her to open them. He loved the way she arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist inviting him into her. She was hot and she was wet and she wanted him. He could fell the head of his dick touching against her clit and he knew she was more than ready for him. With one swift push of his hips he was inside her and she dug her nails into his back. He moved with her, pushing deeper into her as she mimicked his movements. They were perfectly choreographed. He was hard and willing, and she was wet and tight. Perfectly in tune to one another.

With one last thrust they felt each other finish, moaning loud and breathing heavily, he collapsed over her, too afraid to move as she finished digging into his back.

"I love our midnight meetings." she whispered. "Now, lets go again."

A Present Waiting

Midnight lunch break- what a delight.

Done at 4 in the morning… what a charm!

Hidden in your car with the music turned up…

Laugh with me baby, I’ve promised you this…

And I have listened, and kept reading the X marked words

Despite all reason, all doubt and commands..

Oh how I adored them, how they’ve opened my mind!

Laughing gently, so you can barely hear,

Describing what I will be wearing when you’ll return home… finally.

Sliding two fingers into my spider thong,

Moans escaping from the back of my throat…

Growling loudly, I can hear you even though I’m not supposed to know…

I can feel the anticipation in each growl you roll…

“Remember the skirt I bought at the mall? That and the boots…”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all”

“Fuck this I’m coming home!”

“No!”

“Why not? Please!”

“2 hours of work left, and then hurry home… I’ll be waiting in the doorway all leathery, doctor.”

A silent agreement I can hear past your lips,

And as a treat, another deep moan escapes from deep within me.

Louder moans, a preview of what will happen this morning…

“Babe? Hurry home… there’s a present waiting.”

There she goes again!

A wet tongue brushing against his inner thigh,

Soft, wet, warm strokes up and down his muscles.

Anticipation… pressure… hardens into a painful heaven…

“Oh darling, release and move on.”

Velvet touches tickle his senses,

Tips of delicate fingers trace his abdomen…

Anticipation again, sending shivers…

Moans and silent pleas hidden in her touch.

Finding his treasures with no extra effort,

She begins her hobby, she needs to be fed…

One soft blow… one smooth touch…

Ninth cloud in the seventh heaven….

Wet tongue, awaiting mouth to catch every last drop.

*moan* “Oh… you’re good…”

“I’m not done…”

And there she goes again!

Change

The darkness of the summer nights fell like a heavy dark curtain on her pale skin.

She never looked so white and beautiful in his deep sea eyes.

Her long, straight brown hair flowed perfectly down her bare shoulders,

Barely covering her full, naked chest.

The moons rays flowed so naturally down her perfectly sculpted body,

Accentuating her smug sense of satisfaction watching him take her in…

With each breath and each inch of her, his heartbeat increased…

Moving faster, and faster, and faster….

Her long pale fingers pulling his full lips against hers,

Feeding quietly on the sweetness that lays beneath them.

Without any useless words his hands find the keys to her soul,

Pushing all the right combinations to make her open up…

Arch her back and beg for more.

Collab

My fascination with the dark side has always been a sensual connection, which is why I would consider myself a creature of the night. Still the moment I saw her at the end of the bar I felt an erotic charge down my spine. Her Auburn hair cascading down her back mad me want to get lost in the fires of her passion. Then her beautiful pale skin had the glow of am angel though I knew she had a taste for sin. That’s why I knew I had to meet her and if all went well share a night that will live in infamy. Little did I know it would be the start of my forever.

People have always had a fascination for the unknown and mysterious. It seems to draw them in a web that sticks to them and captures their innocence and joyful expressions. I always had a taste for the curious and grew quite familiar to their cautious expressions, after all someone like them should be careful when coming in contact with someone of my title. I was staring intensely at the half empty glass of wine I was drinking when I smelled him. He was still across the room, but his scent was so potent it almost made lose my calm. I could see his piercing blue eyes struggle to comprehend what I look for, and I had a feeling I could lose myself in the depth of his soul. He wasn’t wearing much, the top buttons of his shirt trying to escape his flesh, leaving his neck open and inviting to any wondering eye. His golden hair hung loosely around his face and he was flashing a smile that would have made ordinary girls blush, little did he know appearances can deceive.

I decided to order a shot of tequila and a beer before making my way to mesmerizing enchantress. I downed the shot before the moment the bartender placed it in front of me. As I nursed the beer I tried to be subtle but couldn’t take my eyes off her. She in return was keeping a watchful eye on me. I guzzled the last third of the glass and began my decent toward a fate as powerful as the moons gravitational pull and as unholy as Lucifer. Finally standing face to face with her I could see the dark list in her blue eyes and all words escaped me as I could swear I saw them flash red a couple of times.

He seemed to sit on that stool for such a long time, and trust me when I say I know long times. The bartender traced his gaze and seemed pleased to see my outfit for the night, delineate the spot where my boots meet my skin, and my skin melts nicely along the contrasting skirt, his eyes wondered lazily as usual from my waist up to my full chest and then stopped when he met my gaze; my smile said everything. My eyes went back to the curious stranger and a smile broke on my face, I could see him copy the bartender’s moves and could feel his eyes burn on me and I had no intention of looking away. His scent filled my lungs up and had the most pleasurable aroma I experienced in centuries. My eyes flickered for a moment at a man who seemed to try to make conversation, and a flash of my smile made him disappear like the fog does when the sun sets in. my victim started walking towards me looking confident, and the cry that made my body long for him was getting louder.

As I tried to find the words to start a conversation she simply gave me a wicked grin and ran her fingers along her low cut collar as if she wanted me to pay attention to here voluptuous and perky beasts. I finally found the oxygen in my lung long enough to introduce my self. She told me her name was Camilla, I offered to buy her a drink. With her margarita in hand me downing another beer we began to converse. Though she gave me little snippets about herself there was still so much mystery about her. Of coarse I probably wouldn’t have caught half of what she told me eyes kept fixating on her milky skin. When I asked her if she would like to go somewhere a little more private she flashed her pearly white smile at me again ran her fingers under my chin and told me she didn’t live to far from here. As we headed toward the door I stayed about a step back so I could get a good look at her sexy body.

He seemed nice, not like that would matter even for a minute, and I could see images of us tangled on my bed flashing on the inside of my mind constantly as he talked. I started my fascination with his collarbone and kept tracing mine as a hint that we should hit the road and hit my bed. His smile warmed me from the outside in, and his name had a certain flavor and it rolled sweetly off his lips and slid slowly on the inside of my throat and into my chest. Damien offered to buy me a drink and I had to admit I have a soft spot for good drinks, so I agreed. Subsequently we decided to move to a place a little more private and I suggested the comfort of my own home, since nothing and no one would disturb the enigmatic design that I had hidden in my mind for him. And on the way out I could see his eyes burn on me which only brought back a delightful smile. We took my midnight Porsche and stormed quietly down the drawn out boulevard in the direction of my wickedly sinful residence. I could smell the anticipation and the heat radiate in playful waves from his body as he tried deciphering the speed with which I was cruising down the road.

She insisted on driving together in her car instead of me following her back to her place. That suited me fine. I knew she was driving at an excessive but that didn’t matter to me as all I could do was continue to fixated on her gorgeous silky thighs. I wanted so bad to have my head between them right now savoring the flavor of her dark passion flowing from her throbbing pink mound before I pound her sexuality so hard with all my desire over and over till we are drowning in a mix of sweat and passionate juices. Her place look like a castle from mid evil times as she led me to the door I noticed many bats flying around but by the time we reached the front door my attention was once again on her.

I didn’t think he’d need his car, after all I didn’t even need my car but tonight I was hunting, hunting for more than pleasure. I saw his curiosity tune in at the many bats that were flying away, yet the castle looked deserted but homely, just as I left it. I opened the door to find all the surfaces in the house covered in lit candles, more for Damian than for me, for I knew the layout of my home and my ability to see clearly in the dark. I turned to face him as he closed the door and pushed him into the wall then pressed my lips against his. I could taste the anticipation burn within him, and after I took his hand I pulled him along the curved stairs towards my room, the attic. We found it covered with lit candles and the bed looked quite expectant, the blood red covers and sheets waiting for us to fall on. He looked around the room, with wonder, analyzing everything around him, all the books and supplies laid out on my desk and bookshelves. I sat on the edge of the bed, dangling my feet over the hardwood floors and waiting for him to return his attention on me.

I could tell she was bold but she still took me by surprise when she pushed me up against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. The sinful sweet taste of them made my soul feel like it was on fire and would burn forever. I could tell she craved all of my flesh and my fluids inside her and I was ready willing and able to give her all I had. She pulled me up the stairs though I gave no resistance and we ended up in the attic. I found it a bit odd with all the rooms in this big house and she choose there to commence our night of pleasure but it also seemed a bit exotic and heightened my sexual desire. The place was actually well set up with candles glowing all around the room and a bed well placed in the center with dark red sheets. I took it all in then turned to find her sitting on the edge of the bed awaiting my full attention. Her skin had a seductive glow from the radiance of the candles. As I approached her she slowly spread her legs apart just enough for me to realize she wasn’t wearing panties. As I got up next top her she wrapped her strong legs around me but the look in her eyes was different now. It was still a very sexy look but some how I got the feeling I wasn’t there for the same reason she wanted me to be. Still my attraction to her lead me to lean in for another savory kiss on those crimson lips but instead she headed for my neck. I felt a couple scintillating kisses before I felt a sudden jolt, it felt as if life was draining out of me.

He looked so innocent in that candlelight. I was watching the candlelight dance across his pale skin and he looked appealing. More appealing than he did in the beginning of the night. I kissed him again and all my self control evaporated. I cocked his head to the side and pressed my lips on his skin, then sunk my fangs inside his vibrant veins and started drinking. I could feel his juice slide slowly down my throat and could feel his terror as he tried breaking away, which only made me want more from him. I held my grip firmly and soon he didn’t resist. I pulled away after a few seconds and I could see the desire in his eyes, I could hear his thoughts as clear as mine. “Don’t stop. Not yet. Give me more… more, more, more, more, more, more.” I gave him a smile and let a few words roll off my tongue and in his ear “Slow down, we have all night. You’re not going anywhere, Damien. You’re mine now.”

I awoke in a haze. As I slowly sat up I felt a certain hunger deep inside and yet a newfound strength like I could take on the world. The last thing I remembered was that mind-blowing kiss followed by a pain that was somewhat exhilarating. Finally I noticed her standing in the door way, she came walking my way in a slow sexy stride and set down beside me on the bed. I asked her what happened but she just smiled and told me I should eat cause I would need my strength. I sat up and was in shock as I watched her bite into her wrist drawing blood then placed it in front of me. As I watch the blood run down her wrist I felt a craving I couldn’t explain, before I knew it I was sucking on her wrist, it was like I was on the outside watching some horror movie yet fully aware it was me enjoying the taste of the crimson offering. She finally tried to yank her arm away but I was latched on. She finally was able to pry it away then said something that changed the course of my existence forever.

I was surprised at how much it took me to change him, I knew he was going to take longer than usual because his muscular built, but I never thought it would take me fifteen minutes! He soon crashed and after his blood dried I washed him up and set some clothes for him on the bed. When he woke up he was famished, his eyes were like two ruby cherries, sparkling in the candlelight. I offered him blood, since I had plenty and watched my new partner devour his first meal. I looked at him and stared at his beautiful eyes trying to understand what was happening to him. I took pity at his innocent eyes and showing my fangs, told him “Babe, you’re mine now, and this, this is just the beginning.”

Come Home

Laying here in bed yet another night,

Dreaming innocently of how your skin felt against mine,

How you seemed weightless, how you were weightless.

I remember the elegance with which you laughed,

With which you talked, and walked, and kissed me late at night.

Oh how I can still smell your perfume on my pillows,

How it won’t wash away, my love, no matter how often I wash them…

The crimson of my sheets and the whiteness of your skin, my favorite colors!

I can close my eyes and see the shades of your gorgeous blonde hair…

How it tickled my skin and how it filled me with its very smell…

Your skin, a little tanned, the Californian sun getting to you, quickly,

Still so white, too white, my white!

I can pin point the bite marks I left on you, the ones you returned,

Weeks after they healed, months even I can find them, feel them…

Oh my dear angel, how your thoughts have hurt me,

How your actions burned me and how your words have held me.

I must look at my phone and re-live the conversations,

The pleasure your words brought me…

The warmth of your breath and the soft choice of words in which you wrapped me in.

Oh how I hate the distance between us, how I must wait,

How I must cherish each message, each I love you… each smile.

Missing wrapping my arms around you,

Missing the cuddle time we set aside in the morning…

Missing the late nights and the early sunset of summer.

-sigh- oh dear angel I wish you could see me now,

The long fingertips of my right arm tracing the place where you used to sleep…

I can see you here, I can almost taste you…

I miss the way I could pick you up…

How I could carry you and lay you on my bed…

How you would laugh each time you landed face up, looking at me…

How your eyes smiled at mine and wondered about something we’d always want…

Babe, I can hear your laugh…

I can remember the red, velvet collar that kept you mine…

Remembering the matching, black, collar for me…

Such a couple… such friends…

How I cannot wait to kiss you again…

To feel your weightless body over mine…

Oh how I cannot wait for you to return home!

Love, D.