In the mind's eye

It happens in slow motion:

The crop swooning down sink into skin,

Burying the leather into the round meat of ass,

Blood rushes to the surface and a mark begins.

Master whispers in her ear

And in slow motion, it echoes into soul,

her soul, and his words hypnotize her mind.

After time she is wet, it is obvious,

She drips, and, over and over

His arm rises and falls,

Again and again,

His motion is up and his leather bears down,

He times his motion to her whimpers and moans

So they breathe together,

Healing is starting now,

She is quiet, almost humming

As he continues

And with his magic fingers

He touches her clitoris,

And she releases and orgasms.

Pain Haiku

Pain

Is a song sung

In

Twilight Serenade

Strength Haiku

If

I

Leave

It will be because

The

Moon

Died

Heels by Jimmy Choo

Natural scent,

French twisted hair,

French cut nails,

Deep whispers and moans

From your mouth,

Heated, dirty,

Elegant,

Chained to the bathroom floor,

Cuffs of gloves,

Hovering in cool tile

You are the Black Swan,

Your pill box hat

With veil is drawn

Your ruby lips are shining,

Black long gloves

Conservative suit,

So basic it is sinful,

Wolford's seamed stockings

You have a tight walk,

Waiting,

Begging,

Moaning,

Attitude changing,

Moet poured into the crystal bowl,

Licking,

Tongue dripping,

Waiting now

For a kiss from me.

Passport ready:

Luggage contains all the vital ingredients, a few secret toys, and knowledge of history.

you are hungry. you cannot get the thought out of your head. it lives with you, burning in your belly, quivering in your fingertips, you play with your hair, twirl it in your fingertips, it is your need, your addiction, your core belief in the dark side, to be sustained, nurtured, and fed.

High Voltage intelligence leads to serious erotic behaviors.

Yes, love gets in the way. Heartbreak is like breathing through gills. Some French woman corrupted my viewpoint along the way. We all live and replenish. Some go it alone. Some choose a second, some rebound down the rabbit hole, some just go on living, like the blind reading braille.

Degas. I love his redheads.

Remember the pouring rain in Paris, running into the little café for a bowel of onion soup, some house white wine, and the heart of a painter in my soul.

The Mambo Kings played in a smoke filled room. You wore a veiled pin box hat, long gloves, a garter belt with four clasps, silk stockings, and red and naked lipstick. I ordered the drinks, ordered the dinner, and fed you from my fork. The Mambo Kings played on in little Havana. You were a dame that took my breath away. I discreetly reached up between your legs and felt your heat. You were on fire. Just fire.

Back in TelAviv for a few days. 

Tel Aviv Saturday night. Bloody Mary's at 40,000 Feet.  Landing and then dinner at Cafe Noir. Those big breasted eastern euro women....full lips, dark brooding eyes...inshallah !

Pain is best handled with love.

The French dame with her secret needs...........b.....noelle....

I would love to smell your scent then enhance it with the perfect perfume...

Pic taken today.

A dress is mandatory after 5 pm. French cuisine, a Malbec, and I will feed you by hand. Dinner at 8.

Paramour: I like the word, the connotation.

France. No place better. Germany a close second. Then there is New Orleans, Tel Aviv,

and a little bit of the caribe. Get your passport out.

Cum from just my voice? Believe it. Both hands on yhe steering wheel, and I am bringing you up and over the edge ....... Your car now smells like slobbering, dripping, cunt.

With whispers I began to teach her the way of life.

When a strong woman submits it is the art form of submission. Come to me.

Just dominance, with heart, experience, and savior faire.

When you are marked by destiny, there is no running from this. Embrace and submit.