lorem angelum

I have always been an avid reader, anything I could get my hands on was devoured. I loved English class and did very well in poetry and short stories. In the years since school I have kept up on my writing, nothing I have shared with anyone but myself. But my Sir, he LOVES the way I write and I have done several pieces for him. I have also written a story for one of my closest friends on the site, which both my Sir and she seemed to enjoy very much. So I decided to step out of my shell, just a toe, and show you some of my work. I do hope you enjoy it, some might not find it hard enough and some might think it's just right. Whichever your opinion I hope that you truly just experience the moment and have it take your mind off, for just a bit, the woes of daily life......

It's to long so must do it in several blogs...
His
By: Lorem Angelum

He bounded up the steps to his house and unlocked the front door. He slipped inside, turning to lock it behind him. He strolled through the house looking around, it was spotless and he could smell something delicious cooking in the air. He knew where she would be waiting for him, always when he came home she knew to be in the same spot. His long legs took the stairs two at a time and he headed for the door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door and stepped inside closing it quietly as he observe her across the hardwood floor. He designed this room with her in mind, but never thought he would find her. She didn't even know what she wanted when they first met, but he saw it in her eyes when she gazed at him. She had a true submissive nature buried under all those rules society placed on her. He and only he had taught her about her true self and what they could be together. She had finally completed him, the missing piece of his soul.
They had bonded together, heart, soul and mind. She had much to learn still but she was always willing to trust his judgment. Without her trust and her love this couldn't work between them. He walked up to her slowly and stopped inches from her body. She knelt before him, illuminated by the light placed around the edges of the room. Her toned thighs were spread apart leaving her smooth pussy exposed to his view. He could see her swollen lips and puffy clit, her thighs already wet with juices and the small patch of hair on top matted together. Her hands rested face up on her thighs, her plump breasts out and offered to him, back straight, head up and her eyes looking down to the floor. Her skin was like alabaster, smooth and creamy. Her ebony hair was pull up in a soft bun like the loved, so he could gaze upon his collar as it complimented the graceful curve of her neck.
He stepped up to her and grabbed the back of her hair, twisting the bun tight in his fist he gave a firm, hard tug. Her head jerked and her breathing accelerated, rosy nipples peaked into firm little nubs ready to be tugged and twisted on, he smiled and demanded.
“Look at me and answer my question. What do you want?” his deep, gravelly voice slowly rolled over her making her shiver. Her eyes flew up to meet his, deep chocolate brown met her startled green depths causing her pupil to dilate.
“Answer, or we’re done”, he growled out.
“You Sir. I want your touch, your control, you owning my body, using my body and giving me everything I want. Not about you or me, just us together.”
“Good girl.” he reassured her and giving her hair on more hard twist, released her and brought his hand to her chin. “Your honesty will be rewarded. But first lets set some boundaries, what excites you?” he asked her gently. “Honesty always, do you understand.”
“Yes Sir.” she whispered, shivering under his hot, intent gaze. She could feel the juices as they ran down her thighs, into her ass as her pussy clenched hard.
“Good Girl.” he rewarded her by sliding his thumb over her lips and pushing it deep into her mouth, her lips closed around it sucking as her eyelids drifted down in a sensual half closed flutter. He always liked to start like this to overcome the shyness she still clung to and help her relax.
“Bondage.” he asked as his low voice slide out and over her body.
“Yes Sir.” she whispered.
“Blindfolds.”
Her eyes closed, “Yes Sir.”
He lightly slapped the side of her face, the sting traveling all the way down to her pussy, making her clit swell and her hips twitch.
“Eyes on me, always.” he demanded.
Her eyes flew opened to meet his again, he looked deep inside her and she could feel him roaming her mind, touching all those hidden spots inside her soul. She shivered and gazed back, seeing his soul given back to her, dark, deep, evil, mean, soft, warm but most of all loving.
“Nipple clamps? Anal play? Spankings, whips, flogging?” he spat the questions out of his mouth at a rapid fire pace, hard and demanding.
She inhaled deeply and slowly released it, whispering, “Yes Sir.”
“My dominance? Will you submit to me? Give me complete control, follow my commands, to let me lead you through?” his gaze penetrated deep into her, letting her know that once she said the words her body WAS his.
“Yes Sir.” she stated softly but firmly.
“Thank you.” leaning down he kissed her lips softly, taking her lower lip in his teeth he bit down and pulled away from her, tugging on it as his tongue swept along the edge. She whimpered into his mouth and his eyes never leaving hers he slowly bit down harder. Her body shuddered as the tiny points of pain flared outward, making her hot and cold all at once. Suddenly he released her lip and straightened, stepping back from her he stood with his legs spread.
“Safe word.” he asked.
“Honey.” she stated firmly.
“This is something you will remember while deep in.” he asked in a hard voice.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good Girl, then let us continue.” he said stepped away from her and turned to cross the room.
On the wall and along the shelves he had an assortment of implements. Ropes, clamps, anal plugs, cuffs, whips of all sorts. He picked up a rope and ran it through his hands, enjoying the feel of it. Rope was his favorite way to bind someone, something about the naturalness of it, how it tightened and dug into the skin so beautifully. He turned away from the wall and walked back, seeing her like this before him made his cock harden and throb against his pants. Her breathing was sallow and fast, her skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat and he could smell the sweetness of her arousal. He took a deep breath and held it deep in his lungs, loving the musky sweet odor and how it lay on his tongue. He could find her in the dark, her smell, her light had penetrated deep inside him and he would never let her go.
He knelt in front of her, smoothing his palms up her legs he spread them wider apart as he skimmed over her knees and up her thighs. He slid a finger between her lips, sliding up to rub on her clit slowly. He added his other finger to the first and squeezed her clit between them at a steady pressure. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, swaying closer to him. He smiled wickedly, eyes gleaming he squeezed her clit even tighter, pulling it away from her body abruptly. She felt the fire running through her body, traveling up from her clit. She arched her back as the pain peaked, crying out as an orgasm rolled over her suddenly and drenched his fingers in her juices.
“That’s My Girl.” he whispered in her ear, suddenly releasing her clit and slapping her on it with his fingers. She cried out, shivering and shuddering at the spikes of painful pleasure traveling through her. He slide his hand up her thighs, up her sides and palmed her breasts in his large hands. He squeezed and twisted them hard, her eyes flew open as she gasped, pupils dilated wide, the green in her eyes was almost completely gone. His fingers reached out and plucked at her nipples, drawing them into tighter peaks as his fingers suddenly pulled them out and twisted them hard. She felt pain and passion roll through her body, causing her to gasp and hen groan as her womb contracted, juices flooding her thighs. He released them abruptly and she cried out, back arching as he pulled her to her knees and leaned in fanning his hot, moist breath across her aching nipples.
“Please….” She needed him so much.
“Please what?” he growled.
“Lick me, bite me.” she moaned out. “Just touch me.”
His mouth covered her whole nipple and breast, sucking hard as his teeth applied pressure to her skin. Her body snapped back, bowing as a moan fell from her lips. She felt her pussy flood with juices as her womb clenched and her clit swelled between her lips. The pain was edging on exquisite, flowing downward and out. He pulled hard, his tongue pushing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. His cock grew hard and throbbing in his jeans. He pulled harder as his fingers twisted and pulled her other nipple. Her gasps and cries were like alcohol in his blood, raising him high and keeping him there. He pulled away holding the nipple in his teeth, pulling out, stretching it away from her body before he released it with a pop.
She cried out as the pain shot down to her clit, sending sweet fire through her veins. She swayed towards him wanting more, as his mouth covered the other breast. His hot mouth pulled it deep inside, pulling harder as his teeth bite down in a steady pressure. Each time her pussy twitched, clenched, and her clit throbbed with the pain sliding through her body, thighs slick with moisture.