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Saturday, August 12, 2017
Bound in Lace
By Ethan Radcliff
He sat in his leather chair
He waited for her to enter
Her face stern and her hair
Pulled back ready to banter
Her voice was low and sultry
As she called him Sir on entry
His smirk revealed his intent
She’d submit become his pet
He held out his hand to her
She backed away why the deter?
But from her purse she pulled lace
Black and ornate with a happy face
Take off your clothes he demanded
She obeyed his order as she handed
Him the lace to see what he would do
“I’ll bind you my pet then arouse you”
She felt her body give way as her juices
Began to flow for her Master’s uses
Now she was wet
Her body so very set
To let him have his way
With his sexy play
He got up from his chair
Wound the lace around her
With it he tightly bound her
Undid the bun as her dark hair
Flowed upon her creamy skin
Tonight there would be no end
He laid her on the large bed
Spread her thighs and then he fed
On her soft wet lips unfurled
She wriggled her hands were curled
Because her body wanted to release
He stopped and smiled so pleased
“What do you say my pet?”
“Sir please may I cum, so wet”
He lowered his dark handsome head
And licked her as her orgasm shed
It’s nectar that her Sir gladly accepted
He untied the lace as was expected
And let her settle down some
“Now my pet it’s Master’s turn to cum”
She took that soft and silken lace
First took a satisfying quick taste
Of his pre juices and tied the lace
Around his cock then buried her face
And obeyed what her Master wanted
She took his cum and licked her lips
Her domination was undaunted
Her rewards a long deep kiss for this
His sub, his property, his little miss
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Saturday, April 29, 2017
Crossed Fingers
The snap of a whip
A solemn promise
Fingers crossed
A touch of a fingertip
She gives the impression
She's willing to submit
Acts the part in dress too
A Dom must ask the question
Will you kneel at my feet
Submit and accept defeat
Call me Sir so calm so sweet
Obey me in a simple heartbeat
Funny thing some subs
Prefer to top
So Master must watch
And wield his stately crop
A true Dom can see her defiance
Can break down get her compliance
He can Master her needs
Fulfilling his as he takes the lead
She may enter like a wrecking ball
But he'll contain her it's his call
Fingers crossed
Good things are never lost
Ethan Radcliff ©2017
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Three sisters
Three
Evil as can be
Chilling and so
Willing
To smash a man's
Dreams
Take his desire
Rage on his
Fire
Then destroy
Use every ploy
To unman
Do what they
Can
To draw him in
To the devil's sins
Hell's abode
His resolve ready
To implode
As he dances
To their tune
His ruin
Now in full
Bloom
Ethan Radcliff©2017
Charade
Charade
Book Six
Desires of Blood
Prelude
Hair, the color of honey and gold hung in magnificent ringlets around her beautiful face. Azure blue eyes, accented by dark long lashes, crowned a perfect nose, leading to full sensuous lips. Lucian smacked his chops and reveled in how hard his cock became as he took in her beauty.
Charade was one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid his eyes on and now she belonged to him, at least for a while. He mulled over her sentence, perhaps he’d keep her for a few hundred years, after that, the probability of getting bored with the whole thing would catch up to him. He would enjoy torturing Grayson. The hybrid was an anomaly, one he would enjoy fucking with, knowing he wanted Charade and had her. Foolish vampire, he thought, it’s not good to anger the devil or destroy one of his prominent army generals.
The fun had just begun. She’d even brought with her another plaything, a special human named Cross, a vampire slayer. Oh, the delight of it all.
Lucian was the devil, and he knew he was about to have one Hell of a party.
Yes, evil fun.
What other kind was there?
Satan broke out into riotous laughter, oh, how he loved ruling Hell.
He twisted the silver-coated chains that held Charade. “My, my, that silver coating doesn’t singe your beautiful skin just reddens it slightly. I’m a fucking genius.”
“Go fuck yourself!” she screamed.
“No, my pretty, that’s what you’re here for.” He pulled at the chains one more time. Her screams of pain echoed through the chamber.
“Do you miss him?” he asked.
“Fuck you!”
“Oh come on, you miss, Grayson. However, when I stick my cock into you I will make you forget all about that hybrid bastard. That’s a promise.”
“I will destroy more of your sick little creatures if I ever get loose. You underestimate me, Lucian.”
“My lovely, I revel in sin, I wade in evil and I can drink blood as well as anyone one. Bring it on baby, bring it on.”
She let out a scream. Lucian laughed. The fun had just begun.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Shower of Deceit
The shower of deceit
My lovely at my feet
Punishment she'll get
Making her come so wet
She's naughty often
And I'll never soften
Toward her little antics
My hand already planted
On one soft full cheek
So erotic and sleek
The first slap on her ass
Hard and so very fast
Her little squeak of defeat
Drives me onward
Another slap now stronger
I'm getting aroused now
As she speaks her vow
Calls me her sir
My steel begins to stir
One more whack
To keep her on track
Then sit on Masters lap
Let my fill your wet gap
Such a naughty girl
Let your desires unfurl
How Masters enjoys
His girl's erotic noise
As we come in unison
Naughtiness so jubilant
Ethan Radcliff©2017
Saturday, January 7, 2017
A moment of desire: A Darker Dom….
He knew from her body language that she was interested. When she turned in her chair to explain her current situation, her bare knee brushed his. He wanted to run his hand along her perfect knee letting it journey higher, but a gentleman refrains from such behavior. However, in bed, he was a far different man. Did she have the stamina he required? Could she submit to his every whim under the covers? She ran her tongue over her lower lip. Was that a promise of what was yet to come? Beware, his overheated brain screamed, ‘lady, you have no idea what I want from that devious little tongue.’ His desire hardened inside his trousers. Charles imagined her on her knees, his meat deep down her throat. His thoughts echoed, ‘Oh yes, my dear, the gentleman before you is a fraud.’
Excerpt...A Darker DOM...
Excerpt...A Darker DOM...
With one soft tap, he pondered the words she'd said to him the night of Tasha's murder. She'd call him Master, vowed her love for him. Now he was faced with nothing but defiance. He realized that during the day she faced life-threatening situations, she was a fucking cop, and that had become an issue for them both. Charles wanted her to get out, he had enough money to support the both of them and very comfortably. And, he did have his motives, he wanted them to live the lifestyle and draw up a contract, fulfilling her needs and his. The war of wills was wearing thin. It was time for him to seek outside help and that help was Harry Bass, a friend, and a Master he admired. A strong man always was ready to face his weaknesses and was always willing to work on them. Unfortunately, his love for Joy may have become his biggest flaw.
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