The Poetry and musings of DeathWyrmNexus
The poetic soul of my friend, a wonderful Bard....
"The bending of will, the sweet submission, the embracing collar, the caressing ropes. The slave's sweat and adoration is the master's reward.
The biting crop, the strength of the knots that bind, the whip's rebuke, the paddle's demand. The master's strength and attention is the slave's desire."
"We are the BDSM. You will be Collared... Resistance is preferred..."
Musing on a**l sex
"Brilliance with hands like claws upon skin and hair. A grip of iron to bind the submissive to the will of the master. Growls as language and moans as begging for more. A thrust to make a point, another to make a command and yet another to simply conquer. Gaining ground, taking flesh, feeding the lust, the desire for possession.
Ownership like silk and sex like a train crash, terrible, reckless, and awesome. Taken as a whore, moans as a slut, loved as a slave, and cherished like the very goddess, go deep and go hard. Take it all, make it scream, sweat like coursing fire and pant like you will never breathe again.
Take that a**, make that a** yours, give that a** all you can and more. Let her know who the master is, let them feel the spray of territory inside them, let them know where they truly belong..."
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Barton Town
Not sure if you remember me at all from LMB, I just wanted to drop you a line in greeting.
Idea's? Lol.