In the world of corrupt aristocracy, the gilded cage of the House of Lombardi, while glittering, had always felt like a prison to Bianca. Now, standing on its precipice, she understood the true cost of its opulence. Her father, Don Lombardi, a man whose smile never quite reached his eyes, had made a pact with … Continue reading The Last Heir
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A Warm Welcome
He stumbled through the front door, tie askew and jacket slung over his shoulder, evidence of a day spent wrestling with demons in the boardroom. The weight of the world seemed to press down on him, etched in the lines of his face and the slump of his shoulders.She watched him from the shadows, her … Continue reading A Warm Welcome
Two Please Him
In the dimly lit chamber, a primal energy pulsed through the air, thick with anticipation. The room was adorned in rich, decadent fabrics and exotic furnishings, the perfect backdrop for the wicked desires that were about to unfold. At the center of it all, he lay, a feast for the senses, a god to be … Continue reading Two Please Him
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...
Our Lust
Our lust, bound in pleasure's reign, is a force that cannot be tamed. The primal urge roars within me, driving me to seek you out with a hunger that consumes my every thought. I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of our connection. Every touch, … Continue reading Our Lust
Painted Truth: Excerpts
Look Me In My Eyes…
You look me in the eyes you lustful slut. As you worship my cock, taking it deeper in your mouth, sucking it harder with every stroke. You've earned this privilege of worshiping my cock, of having this small window of control. Savor it while you can kitten because this is the only time you will have such a privilege.
Look Me In My Eyes…
Desire That Runs Deep
Desire that runs deep Experience that is breathtaking Epic excellent euphoric excitement Pleasure for them both The height of passion Holding back nothing Ravishment of lust Overwhelming the senses A building of ecstasy The release they both crave © Seductive Poetry




