BDSM

We kissed like hungry souls.
We missed each other
For every encounter escalated the temperature.

Toute de suite, we sauntered to the boudoir.
Stripping him, I knelt for his flesh.
He arched, holding my head, urging me to go deeper.
I did.

Laying him on the bed, I took the reigns
Mounting his circumference,
I galloped...possessed.

He nudged me back and charged.
The thumping of sex, the splashing of juices,
The strong smell of his sex,
His fingers streamlining my waves
It was pure rhapsody.
I could only whimper in ecstacy.

I rose to punish him.
Tying his hands to the bed post,
I smiled playfully
Now it was my revenge.
BDSM it was, to experiment.
Slithering down, I took him again.
With his soft rocks cushioned in my mouth.
He was delirious.
The tigress and her prey beneath.

The pleasure I achieved in inflicting pain.
It was only the inception of what in future might happen.

I knew it had to be us.
He realised this can only be she.

And the injuries all over
That was the beauty of this hunt.