Lover, shut out the world
turn down the lights
and let me feel
(my way to)
you.

And what of the promises
That breathe in
My lips?

I need your mouth.

I need your mouth on every inch of my shivering skin, on the rosy peaks of my breasts, on the delicate hollow of my hips.

I need your mouth on my cunt.

I need you to kiss me, lick me, devour me with ravenous abandon until I come – hot and hard – on your tongue.

And once your lips and beard are sodden with my lust, I need you to slide your naked cock deep inside my secret flesh. I need you to take and fuck and own this dripping sex until I moan and whimper, until I curse and invoke the almighty, until I scream over and again your name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.

I need your mouth; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.

She’s all bend until
his warm breath
breaks her.

Provocateur. Femme fatale. Exotic temptress.

She will entice you with her sin and sensuality, lure you into her velvet decadence, arouse the noir goddess that sighs hotly in your depths.

She will take you by the hand and caress your softness, run her lips along your skin and bare your strength. She will leave you aching and glistening, trembling and breathless with need, anticipation, a passion and a darkness that takes you, body and soul, to the very carnal edge.

She will deliver all you can dream and imagine, all you dare to crave, all time and splendour, love and lust and nurture, 365 wondrous nights and days.

~o~

Wishing you all a blissful, prosperous and seductively provocative 2015

~Minx x

Bind my sight
Plunge me into darkness
Mark me with your sin

Slink in to see this week’s delectable players…

Watching the rays of fading light on my glistening body, I see only pathways made for your palms and fingers, I see only the silhouette that belongs in the grip of your strong hands, the sensual trail yearning for your kiss, your prints, your markings, the scarlet violence dripping, crying, begging for your groans, your thrusts, your ravenous cock, our carnal devastation.

Move in close
Press your pulse to my lips
Feel the heat of my whispers
The five sighs of this pleasure

~o~

To my readers, friends and muses, my sincerest and heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your unerring support, your glittering inspiration, your communion with the words and imagery,
for the glorious gifts you continually bestow upon me.

Thank you all for a truly unforgettable five years.

~Minx x

Breathless. Trembling. Wet. Aching.
Craved. Possessed. Marked.
Supple. Yielding. His.
Yours.

Fuck.

The growled utterance shatters resolutely the silence.

These four little letters, this singular word is all I need to sense the force of his desire, the complex ways in which I tempt him, here and now in the gloaming, dressed in nothing more than nylon and pearls and the heat of my own maddening craving, the pulsating ache between my fair thighs, the sex scarlet and sodden crying out for his mouth to kiss me soft and deep and long, for his tongue to enslave me, to drink down this sweet, fragrant nectar, for his thick, hard flesh to fill me, unleash me, tame me, possess and fuck my tight honeyed cunt with a sensual measure that leaves my entire body trembling and these lips whispering their hunger for more.