Friday, February 19, 2010

Your move

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She was quivering. The intensity had risen to an unbearable level. Too good to continue but also too incredible to stop. He had a hold on her like no other but he did not respect her. She knew he was playing a game that would ultimately end in dissolution, but she liked being the pawn, or maybe she liked knowing that he thought she was.

He relished every opportunity to taste her every movement and wondered if maybe he had savored her for too long. Was he now addicted to a bite of passion, entrapped in his own web of seduction and power? There would never be a relationship. He would never rush home to a cooked meal and night of TV with her feet in his lap. Neither were naive to the fact that the attraction was purely physical, but there was still passion, jealousy and rage.

The nights became a violent back and forth between them, both walking the line of a disturbing picture of extreme masochism. A game of knife play yielded injury to her but as the blood ran, she unleashed an orgasm more potent than she had ever released before. He licked the wound and thrust deeper with a calmed rage that frightened yet entranced her. His might was gone each time they touched, given completely to her as he had to no one else. She could feel his anger hot inside of her and it fed her needs.

They continued.......

Always breathless and levitating......

Always questioning how far to push and how dark is too dark......

Always satisfied with the strategies of manipulation they used to play the game.......

Always oblivious to the fact that they BOTH thought they controlled the final roll of the dice.

2 Dark Enlightening Thoughts:

mac said...

This is scary and sexy all at once.

Good job :-)

The Invisible Seductress said...

Thanks!!