Nina's Nook

There are those times.
Those moments… Many.
Holding a gaze so intense
Licking and nibbling fingertips…
Kissing pulse in the wrist
Following veins or muscles or freckles along the body
With lips and teeth and tongue
And nails
Sharp nails
Fingertips in skin, feeling the catch of breath
Watching eyes glaze over
Its powerful
The clatter of leather in the air
Watching you… react
Hiss, moan, arch, push, pull
Hunger.
I want you.
 
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Oh Nina! Are those......yours? Makes me want to lick my way from toes to......who knows! ;) :kiss:
 
Its been a while since I just sat in my Nook... Its a bit dusty... and the fire has long burned low.


But I have been busy... very busy...

Its time to air out the room and set the fire to flickering....



I am happy and at home in my skin.

I've realised that things can skew when you are trying to avoid something unpleasant.
No matter how much i wish it were not true some days. I'm still human... and fallible.


Stretching out, head nearest the fire, she takes a book shes been meaning to read and tosses it in the flames. Some things, should just be left alone. Pulling out the other book, the one she wanted to read, she settled in and let the world in her hands come to life.
 
A gift for a Twin

Fullness in Reverse

Blood and opalescent driplets, droplets
of those things that make meat~human
Nails that dig, furrow, scratch, plunder
Teeth that grind, bite, chew, mark
Legs~long, lean, coaxed open, pushed up
Over shoulders that bunch and flex

Because that is what is needed
All that is needed, a reminder of
past times, ruined nights, long days
Bliss. When words were not enough
and sounds were those markers that
allowed you to know where you've been

A piece, THAT peace, of meat made flesh
A gift, battered, abused, brought low
fed from, made a meal of
swallowed and eaten, digested and done
Until sweat and tears and blood mix
in post orgasmic bliss and leave you

Empty.
 
That calm found me tonight. I’ve missed it.
I’ve craved it… Only when it comes on naturally does it frighten tiny parts of me that shiver.
It’s the delight. It’s the shadow that darkens and brightens the light in my eyes.
I need him to be strong for me… These moods are intense.
I come on soft, sweet as candy, a soft laugh, mirth coloring my very being.

Till these moments. My feet don’t touch the floor when I walk.
I can feel his heart beat. His voice is lost on the wind.
I hear that plea, I hear the playful giggle.
I know he will understand that my smile is not kind.
I hope he remembers that I love him with everything I am.
Tonight won’t be good clean fun.
It will be messy. I will push him.
I know he will tremble long after I stop.
After the feathers and fur, floggers and shining things have been cleaned and dried;
After the sheet stains have been bleached white again.
Time does not exist tonight. I have removed all the clocks and blackened windows.
Dawn will not shatter and glimmer where I want dark to rein.
My body is already sore from anticipation.
I would rather he were unbound but I also don’t, cant, have him crawl away;
Or snap, some do, some don’t.
If he does or doesn’t, it’s not the point.
I have faith he will recover. That we both will.
I have a need. And so does he.
I need him to go past the desire.
I need to feel his skin prickle at the sound of my orgasm.
I need to watch his eyes roll back because everything he has endured
Has layered rapture into the fluids running down my legs.
That copper scent in the air, mingled with sex.
The colors blooming on his skin.
God, to lick the welt as it forms.
To press my tongue on the swelling flesh and feel it pulse.
I need, hours into it; I need to feel the divots, the marks in his skin from the rope…
Between my slick lips.
I need the snap, the pat and the imperceptible little pop of tails on skin.
Because I can see it throughout his whole body, I can hear it and it makes my soul moan with him.
I need to coax him to our bed and lick every red mark, every inch of sweat soaked skin.
I need him inside me, thick and exhausted.
I need to feel him curl around me.
I need to feel his whimper against my neck when he moves as we fall asleep.
 
This is not that need.
This, is different.
Rare is submission but the placement is craved.
Tie me, lash me, cut me, I wish to be depraved.
I wish to be on my knees or toes or anything.
Just fucking do it.
Please.
Still no thought of what you receive, I just have need of you.
My skin is screaming, can you hear it? Can you feel it?
I care not if I cum a thousand times or come close naught but once.
It is not the thing I crave but is yours to take and use this moment.
I’ll beg for it if you want me too, just so I can hear you say no, or yes.
Why, because I want to scream. I want to drown in screaming.
I don’t care if your prick is hard or your cunt is wet.
I only care for what lies in that twisted mind of yours.
I want to feel skin nearly shred while I scream my voice away.
Know, if you release me too soon, before I pass out…
I will try very, very hard to remove your flesh from your bones.
Tie me up, tie me down. I don’t care. I need to release this thing within.
No one is safe. I feel my core vibrating.
Rage is not an emotion I allow freedom when it’s tinged with fear.
Tie me down, set me free… please.
 
stalks a kitty and wishes like hell that said kitty was close enough in the RW for them both to get what they need...
 
I would scream vile things at you.
Try and bite and scratch and kick you
and cry so hard at every soft touch.
 
I would scream vile things at you.
Try and bite and scratch and kick you
and cry so hard at every soft touch.

Looks a kitty up and down
small smile.


No. You wouldn't.

You would be silent...because if you weren't?
You wouldn't get what you need.
What you require so that you can be you again.

You would be still...because if you weren't?
There would be only those touches of things that mean nothing at all.
Flavorless...no exquisite pain for you to wallow in.

Others like that fight.
I don't.
Others need to own you.
I don't.

And anyway...

I am twin...and you would give and do for me exactly like I would give...and do...for you.

So stop it.
We both know...you would want to bite and fight and scratch...
In your head you would...
In your head you would rend me limb from limb and listen to my cries...

But in reality...
You would be silent and still...
because you KNOW I can break you down to that gooey place...
and bring you back.
 
Whimpers and curls into a ball


I cant be silent, I'm silent now
I cant be still, i'm still now.


I cant play with you today
because i cant hate you
I cant hurt you


I have to go.
 
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