Bondage, glitter and them.

Artistic Erotica

He threw her to the bed harshly, his veins pumping glitter of delight at the beauty in front of him.

Her body fastened to the bed with thick brassy rope, securing her ankles and wrists firmly.

Her body a lustful rosy glow, as his hands trickled down the tautness of her petite almost ballerina frame delicately.

Gently placing kisses in their paths.

He loved to tease.

Her wrists and ankles begging to be released.

The soft whisper of candle flames and the shadows of falling stars outside their window surrounding them.

Creating an almost dreamlike fantasy effect, dancing an unleashing across the walls softly around them. 

Their bodies urgent and meaning.

His slick en body pressing into hers.

Merging.

“Please” She begged desperately into the cave of his ear.

“Make me cum” She pleaded, arching her back in passion.

Her breasts firm.

Her lips swelling and turning a dark shade of dirty cherry.

“Is this what you want?” He replied, lowering his body further down, his hands opening her thighs apart gracefully.

Her wetness streaking down the inside of her thighs obviously.

“Oh god!” She cried, as his lips and tongue went to work on her, unravelling her like a bright colour of ribbon.

Her mind slowing down.

Her eyes focusing on the tiny dust particles in the air, floating like small fairies around her.

She wanted him.

She wanted to taste his arousal.

Let her lips wrap and curl round the tip of his c**k.

Roll her tongue round the length, allowing the tiny clear drop of crystal liquid drop onto her tongue.

But she was too far gone.

She could see his head of dark soft curls in between her legs.

His tongue and mouth creating her orgasm.

That was now fast approaching.

Stretching across her skin.

Pushing her fast to the surface.

Until the familiar burst shattered her from within.

 

© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

Reviews

[The Language of Birds]

Utterly breathtaking and fabulous. I first have to compliment you on what still feels like an equal exchange of power in spite of the literal constraints of the scene... What a very well-crafted way to keep that tone that way... mainly because the male character is believably trustworthy as you write him. Additionally, there is no shame in this piece... which is a welcome change in this kind of writing. Transported by the line "unravelling her like a bright colour of ribbon" but my favorite line of all seemed so different than the others in its simplicity and differentness, and basic pleasure of being there without some driven agenda, the line... "Her eyes focusing on the tiny dust particles in the air, floating like small fairies around her."
Brilliant! I want more lines like this. In fact, if the sensual response is what you are looking for... this may be the utter key to your piece and future pieces of this nature.

Good work...

[Eagle Cruagh]

Sorry about this,
You could have killed a warm and cozy afternoon
instead, he threw you on the bed and did his
thing.
Is that the way it`s supposed to be ?
Your command of the language is excellent, you have the
right idea and you are very talented-----as you get a little older
the rest of it will come to you .

------ Eagle Cruagh

[---]

wow...very artistic, not to mention sexy. I have to say that you gave a good portrayal of what the whole bondage thing is like. Good job!

[Akasha]

Well written.
The climax (pun intended) is sucessfully reached in an atristic fashion.
Kudos on great erotica. =]