Bloodstained With Lust

Imagine yourself in a room of black
there are candles everywhere
they light up nothing except a bed...
satin sheets.
lace drapes...
your breathing breaks the silence.
"shhhh...."
you try to move...you're restrained.
you find yourself on your back
on a bed of blood red satin.
the smell of roses and blood filling the room.
you look around.
your alone.
you dont know how you got there.
you here small footsteps ... coming closer
at the end of the bed, you see a figure.
pale.
small.
somehow in-human. its me....
i crawl onto the bed from the foot of the matress.
crawling on top of you.
a slight smile on my face.
i stradle you.
pulling a small, sharp dagger out of my boot.
my skirt drapes around your waist.
you can almost feel the heat coming from me.
i slide the blade from the edge of your shirt
all the way to the top.
the blade pierces the threads, and cuts all the way through
your shirt flies away...
dissappears.
i go down.
looking up at you.
i do what i did to your shirt...to your pants.
you no longer have any clothes on.
your still bound to the bed.
your breathing quickens...
*places my index finger on your lips*
"shhh"
i sit up again. on your waist.
i slide the dagger from the bottom of my leather corset
to the top.
and the corset disappears.
i stay in the skirt, deciding to tease you a little.
you start to get less and less able to contain yourself.
trying to get away from your bindings.
i place both of my hands on your wrists. making sure you can't move.
i lick your lips
sliding my tongue from your lips, down your neck.
lower down your chest. stopping at the hips..
i bite.
it sends you into a frenzy.
you rip away from your bindings and sit up.
you grabbed me and threw me down onto the bed.
kissing me fiercely.
we bite at each others throats.
like wolves at feeding time.
like we hadn't eaten for years.
this is what we always wanted.
blood slides down our bodies.
the candles flicker and change
from the angelic glow to a demonic red
the room catches fire.
you take me.
sliding inside.
repeating your movements.
but throwing me around,
lashing at me with claws of need.
taking me.
enhaling my scent.
knowing im yours.
you've claimed me.
we collapse. still inside each other.
lying in the satin bed.
now bloodstained with lust.

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[ron]

I think you have taken my imagination in a new direction. I love it.

[Pat. Robinson]

I guess we all make life what we want it to be, but when the excitiment wears off what do we do next