A Work In Progress

She was a complicated novel, many pages with many words to read
Her pages filled with loves, losses and imagination
Those who read her completely fell in love with story because of the depth and details
But some put her down and never opened again.
She was not for the faint hearted nor the shallow inside.
A original work of art

Power Play

I sent you a text at noon saying,” I am using my power tonight so be ready.” All I received was a reply saying, “Okie”. A steak dinner was in the oven almost done and ready to eat. The candles were lit on the dining room table, the wine and beer chilling in the fridge. Some light classical music playing over the speakers and I am dressed in my lace dress with heels.
The door opens, then closes. I hear the shower turn on and then a few minutes later off. You appear in the living room door way hair wet, unbuttoned dress shirt and jeans. We stand at opposite ends of living room just starring at the sights before our eyes. “Why don’t you start a fire”, I say and you nod. “Dinner is done, after you start the fire, we can eat.”
We sit across from each other with dinner and a glass of wine in front of us. No words are said, only eyes are expressing what we feel. The sexuality in the air is heavy making our heart pound and senses tingle. My leg stretches under the table running my foot up your pants leg as you eat your potatoes. The look in your eyes say your enjoying it. Further and further my foot reaches till it gets over your zipper. I feel a large hard mound developing. Winking at you I take a piece of steak from my plate and play with it between my lips, just like I was playing with you. A loud sigh comes from across the table.
Are you done my dear? I say all sweet. Yes ma’am I am what’s for desert! said with a grin. As I reach over to get your dishes from in front of you , my lace covered breast brushes his arm. Your hand reachs up to touch them, No, I say harshly. No touching I am in power tonight remember. Go stoke the fire and sit on the couch I am going to finish up here.
Finishing up in the kitchen I retrieve a clean dish towel and return into the living room. Walking behind the couch where you sit, I gently place the dish towel over your eyes. No taking that off, I say. I slip out of my lace dress and heels, and move around to in front if you. Standing over you I run my fingers through your hair, down your check,lips and then to your chest. Kneeling in front of you, I unzip your fly and losen your jeans. Sliding my fingers into the jeans I feel your girth growing Gently running upward I follow your happy trail to your stomach and then down again. Reaching in the zipper again, i go deeper and rub a little harder. Your body tenses but still is putty in my hands . I sense your wanting but I am not ready for you to finish, I remind you, ” I am in charge tonight and not so fast.” Your body relaxes a bit just enough to feel the ice cube running down your chest towards the top of your jeans. A bit of cold ice water slides down through your hair just above your girth. And then again around to your ball sack. A deep moan escapes your needing lips. Leaning up I kiss your dry parched lips. The cold ice in my mouth dances around our tongues, exciting us.
I slide the towel off your eyes and pull you to your feet. Kneeling before you once again, I slide your jeans to your ankles and then off your legs. Touching every part of your legs with my fingers. Pulling myself up on my knees I take your girth in my mouth. Long strokes with my tongue go the length . Then taking you all in. Releasing my mouth, I say” Hmmm do i sense an urgency.,” No ma’am your in charge tonight”, you say. ” Well I am in a state of urgency so F@#k me now,” I demand. You leads me around to the far side of the couch. Bends me over the back of the couch and spreads my legs. Knowing what is coming I moan with anticipation, wanting release now. You enter me, pushing you hard girth inside me, thrusting and pushing with force. I tighten around him accepting everything he has for me until I explode around him, sending him into shattering pleasure. Collapsing from the pleasure we stand smiling from my power. My power to bring him to the brink of lust and take his lust.


Covered by cloth and stitching
Laying the past in gloss
Past visions transverse the present
With an image bound in time
Setting forth old emotions
Of joy and or sorrow
Things lost can be found again
Big things become very small
Living in a captured moment
Only to bring us back to the here and now