The First bed time edition of Kink week begins with double edition first a poetic and a Playful Little Flirtation Between lovers “Toy with me”. Kink isn’t always tie me to the bed post sometimes it is the subtle things, the words, the glances, and all the other hidden exchanges that make everything so delicious.
Then we move on to a rope bondage piece “Tiny Little Lines” focused on the caress, the tease and sensations as you surrender to your lover will and whims. The Audio featuring my Chesty Blonde can be found on the pickle player above or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com
TOY With ME
The Chesty Blonde = Standard text
Malflic = Italics
Keep me wondering in a magnificent state of disarray and lust filled intoxication. Wondering if you are thinking those wonderful dirty little things I am. Wondering if the give and take that is so electric is about to ignite.
Visions of you dance in my mind even when you’re not near, in a way that consumes who I was and creates who I want to be. And merely steps away you sit there indifferently, pretending not to notice how my blood boils and my souls laments in the way only a poet can express and a lover could understand.
I can’t tell from across the room if you even know exactly what I’m thinking, if you have even the slightest inkling, or the faintest understanding of how insanely hot the fire you’re playing with is.
A specter of my lust and temptress who casts her wicked little spell over me. One who can’t even begin to fathom the power she has, or worse yet one who knows exactly everything she possesses
How a simple unintentional spark could send your life careering into a place you never imagined. Into a world of whispers, shadows and unspeakable desires, a world where the inferno I create has consumed and left wrecked many lesser men.
Noticing even from this cursed distance the possibilities, each subtle soft curve of your Devine form, every deep intoxicating breath, the shimmer of your lips that pales in comparisons to the desire that beats for you in my wicked and jaded little heart.
Coyly you glance my directions, your subtlety does not even begin to discourage my desire, it feeds it causing the needs to rise up to a point of a tension an unintended catalyst that sets everything in motion. Or was that the idea the entire time as I sat with osthers, isolated from you , uniformed of your thoughts, feelings and intentions.
Oh the thing you cause me to think, the very things that would lead us both to the edge of our human desires and dare taunt all that is beyond them with Thoughts and things that would make a whore blush and nations to damn me for thinking them. But none of that matters as I wait for you to come closers to abandon them and find a reason to escape with me into the cool cover of the night, into the shadows, and into what I desire most that can only ever be shared with you
Waiting and hoping that the time would arrive when something, anything a glimmer of hope, a sign of intention, a possible second to escape for how ever brief an interlude would appear. Fleeting seconds, cursing fate, despising the gods of carnal desire What I wouldn’t give, the sins that I would commit. If only you knew. If only you had taken the time to grace me with your attention, to dance in the movements of my desire, to walk with the deities of lust and passion, to fade into the shadows screaming in the night, howling with delight, made with ecstasy and wanting to do anything, and everything you ask…and so much more….instead
You remain distant, not cold but certainly not warm as I long for your touch, your kiss on my lips your breath on my and you body against mine.
But you just sit there and Toy with me And so I wait.