Category: Short Stories

Primal Dominance

She stood before him, her body naked and exposed, waiting for his commands. Her skin glistened in the dim light, her curves casting shadows across the room. He could feel his desire rising, his need to dominate her growing stronger with each passing second. He approached her slowly, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. She shivered under his gaze, feeling his power and control over her. He reached out and ran his hand down her spine, feeling her shudder in response. With a low growl, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, 'You belong to me now. You are mine to do with as I please.' She moaned at his words, feeling a rush of arousal wash over her. He led her to the bed, her wrists already bound with soft silk ropes. He pushed her down onto the mattress, her body bouncing slightly. He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the soft sheets. He began to trail kisses down her neck, nipping and biting at her skin. She writhed beneath him, wanting more, needing more. He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. 'You are mine,' he growled, his voice filled with desire and dominance. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she longed for him to take her, to claim her completely. He released her hair and moved down her body, kissing and licking every inch of her. He reached her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently. She moaned and arched her back, wanting more. He continued his exploration, his hands roaming over her body, teasing and pleasuring her. She was lost in a haze of desire, completely under his control. Finally, he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked with hers. 'You are ready for me,' he said, his voice husky with need. And with one swift thrust, he entered her, claiming her as his own. Their bodies moved together in a dance of pleasure and pain, each one giving into the other's desires. In that moment, they were lost in the world of BDSM, two souls bound together in a sensual and seductive embrace. © Seductive Poetry

Unadulterated Ecstasy

Unadulterated Ecstasy She walked into the dimly lit room, her curves accentuated by the sensual sway of her hips. The soft fabric of her dress clung to her body, teasingly revealing the outline of her breasts. She glanced at him with a mischievous smile, knowing the effect she was having on him. Without a word, she approached him, her fingers trailing lightly on his shirt as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine as she spoke, her words dripping with desire. He could feel his body responding to her touch, his pulse quickening with each passing moment. As her lips met mine, he was consumed by a raging fire of lust. Their tongues danced in a sensuous tango, each one exploring the other's mouth with a hunger that could not be satisfied. He traced the outline of her luscious lips with his fingers, savoring every inch of her soft skin. Her hands traced down his chest, coming to rest on the waistband of his jeans. With a teasing smile, she undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down, her touch sending electric currents through his body. He could feel his desire for her growing with each passing second, his body aching to explore every inch of her...

Spellbinding Allure

Spellbinding Allure Her figure, a masterpiece, Brushstrokes of divine allure, An awe-inspiring sight. She is a sight to behold, A goddess among the rest. Oh, how she bewitches, A breathtaking beauty, Leaving him in awe. Leaving him in awe, enthralled, With every beat of his chest. In a world of awe, Her beauty commands the sky, Grace like blossoms bloom. Oh, the woman of my dreams, With her beauty, so divine. Silent secrets held, Deep within her captivating eyes, Whispers of desire. She captivates my every thought, Forever, she shall be mine. Curves that gently sway, Hips, a seductive rhythm, Spellbinding allure. © Seductive Poetry

Beauty’s Masterpiece

Beauty's Masterpiece In the depths of elegance, With every step, she captures hearts, Her thighs, strong and full, Curvy hips, a gentle sway, Her eyes, a universe of secrets, They beckon, they entice, Her lips, soft and inviting, They speak volumes without words, Her figure, a masterpiece, Each curve, each line, Her figure, a work, A masterpiece of desire, Artistry divine. Gazing, I stand still, In awe of this breathtaking, Beauty's mystic charm. Thighs, like pillars strong, A foundation of pure bliss, Inviting embrace. In her presence, hushed, Thick thighs, curvy hips embrace, Beauty's masterpiece. © Seductive Poetry

Your Mark

Your Mark Conventions are the ties that bind, from new sensations keep me blind. Withhold from me no more the pleasure, of this pain I've grown to treasure. Exquisite pain...I seek release, send tremors through my body. Then leave your mark for all to see, that I might be set free. Your nails run deep across my skin, they leave behind their sensual trail. To be followed by your hungry bites, lasting long into the night. So when this night of passions over, and the heat of lust subsides, I'll trace those marks and reminisce, reminded of pains pleasure. © Kevin Dustin

Darkest Delights

Darkest Delights Heavy breathing a rhythmic hymn Engulfs the souls consumed within The tense anticipation profound As primal yearnings fiercely abound Darkest desires now brought to light In shadows' realm where day takes flight Where vulnerability fiercely met Unveils the depths of passion's sweat Breath on neck, it stirs the soul Confessions bold, passions untold Embrace the poetry love recites And set free, all our darkest delights The depths of this savage passion so real This bond of pleasure we will feel The dominance and submission that follows In this pleasure it brightens and mellows © Seductive Poetry

Perfect Desire

Perfect Desire In a world of intimate connection, Where passions ignite and souls find affection, Let me paint a poem of sensual delight, Where pleasure unfolds in the darkest of night. Like a gentle dance in a moonlit embrace, Whispered sighs and lingering traces, A symphony of sensations, tender and raw, Two bodies entwined, breaking every law. The softest touch, a feather light, Igniting a flame that burns so bright, From lips that hunger, seeking fervent pleasure, To a touch that sets the body on fire, beyond all measure. In these whispers shared between two souls, Secret desires unfurl, no inhibitions hold, Oh, the erotic dance of skin on skin, Locked in a passionate, exquisite spin. Exploring uncharted territory, bodies collide, A symphony of moans, no need to hide, Lost in a rapture that knows no bounds, As pleasure echoes in every gasp and sound. The rhythm quickens, pulses race, A crescendo building in a secret place, Where ecstasy flourishes like flowers in bloom, And the world narrows to just the two in the room. But let us not forget, my dear friend, Sexual sensation is a journey, without end, It's about connection, trust, and exploration, A celebration of love, in all its elation. So, may your encounters be filled with tender bliss, Where pleasure is shared and nothing amiss, May your senses awaken, your desires set free, In the realm of sexual sensations, let love be the key. © Eli Ferdinand