~Cherry's Hot Spot~

I LOVE that last one!
I'm not a fan of the artwork, but love the image.
 
OMG Rayne I LOVE those especially the last one :D you rock chicky!

My shoulders always available for you hunny bunny. hugs her tight
 
:heart::heart::heart:Happy Birthday to my sexy Papi. Love you Raven :heart::heart::heart:

Put Your Hands on Me

I guess I'm picky with love
Well baby I give it up it's you I choose
And don't keep me waiting
This girl's got things she needs to do
Oh if I was blind, you'd help me see

If I lost my mind, you'd find it for me
Speak on it babe tell me what do you need
Because all I need is for you to love me baby

Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby

Can't stop my mind from thinking of you
How am I supposed to function
Got me feelin' for your lips on my kiss
All night, never want no other lover

Baby I'm hungry
I want and I need
Bring me your sugar
And pour it all over me baby

Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby

Up till now my eyes could see
Touch me once and it's all hazy

I don't know why and I don't know how
But somehow some way you got me

I can't explain can't comprehend the world could reacht its very end and all I focus on is him
The way he moves, he found his groove there's nothing left to do but tell the world the truth
Cause there's no way out
I love him
I feel him
Oh I'm lovin' those hands

Put your hands on me baby
You got me flipping
One more time
Put your hands on me baby
Put your hands on me baby
One taste I'm trippin
Just kiss me baby, tell me you're mine
Put your hands on me baby​
 
Thank you babygirl. Love you much you naughty little whore ;)
You know I can't wait to get my hands on you.. longest day ever!

Rayne, that last image is hot and is now my wallpaper on my comp, love having my girl chained :D

Ausus, the slut pic is adorable and so her, spot on :devil:
 
Vivian Green~Emotional Rollercoaster

Last night I cried tossed and turned, woke up with dry eyes.
My mind was racing, feet were paceing.
Lord help me please tell me what have I gotten into.
Ran my 3 miles to clear my mind, it always helps me out,
it's my therapy when I'm losing it which is usually.

I'm on a emotional rollercoaster.
Loving you aint nothing healthy.
Loving you was never good for me.
But I can't get off.

Yesterday I told myself I was gonna be okay.
Gonna start a new day be truly happy.
I was gonna take contol of me.
But eventually reality hit me.
Mentally, physicaly, emotionally.
And I opened my eyes and realized
that I was still being taken for a constant ride oh no

So tired of you making love to me, then disappearing so suddenly.
Up and down we go.
And I'm so tired of you pacifying me
with promises you know that you'll never keep.
Round and round we go.

Im on a emotional rollercoaster
loving you was never healthy
loving you was never good for me
but i cant get off.
 
:rose:Peeps in, and leaves a hug and kiss for Cherry. Thinking of you, and always with good hopes and smiles. :rose:
 
Steps inside, after finding that a number of the threads on this section can be a little intimidating.
I do hope that this one is more welcoming, :)

Leaving you a poem from my distant past.

Winsome Wishes


I wish that I could catch the moon
and lay it, at your feet
build pathways borne of stardust,
where we, my love, could meet

I wish that I could take you high
beyond the plane of Mars
to ride the raging solar wind
and kiss the morning star

I wish that I could steal the sun
alight your passions fire
consumed for all eternity
within your sweet desire

I wish I wish, oh how I wish
that love would one day be
and you might soar to paradise,
alone my love, with me
 
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:rose:Peeps in, and leaves a hug and kiss for Cherry. Thinking of you, and always with good hopes and smiles. :rose:
sends warm hugs and a soft kiss for the ever sweet Alana
Thank you for checking on me lovely, I am doing fairly well and at the end of my current journey, excited to start a new one. smiles

Steps inside, after finding that a number of the threads on this section can be a little intimidating.
I do hope that this one is more welcoming, :)

Leaving you a poem from my distant past.

Winsome Wishes


I wish that I could catch the moon
and lay it, at your feet
build pathways borne of stardust,
where we, my love, could meet

I wish that I could take you high
beyond the plane of Mars
to ride the raging solar wind
and kiss the morning star

I wish that I could steal the sun
alight your passions fire
consumed for all eternity
within your sweet desire

I wish I wish, oh how I wish
that love would one day be
and you might soar to paradise,
alone my love, with me

Wow CK thats a very lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it :)
Don't let the other threads intimidate you, most don't bite and if they do, it's usually in a good way. winks and smiles
You are most welcome to stop by anytime though..
 
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She looked in the mirror inspecting her body and her hair. She was always critical of herself, wanting everything to be just so. Feeling needy and wanton she had been thinking of him, standing in her closet trying on outfits she knew he would like, doing her makeup just sultry enough to look as if she was thrown back in time. A nymph of a pin up girl. High heels, black stockings, her hair in curls and her lips red as a cherry of course, she had to go with her name sake.

Her body was already aching after hearing he was on his way. Funny how all it took was a note from him or the sound of his voice and she was damp and ready for a good time. Fluffing her hair and clasping on her pearls as she looked in the mirror she realized that although it had been so long ago that he'd taken her for the first time, that even now she had the thrill as if it were the first night...
 
He felt like a caged lion, and like that lion he wanted to pace with impatience. How long had it been since he had held her in his arms? He paused with his hand on the door. He drew in a deep breath and felt it shudder within his chest. He could already smell her. She knew every subtle way to drive him mad with desire, she knew him in a way no one else ever would. Just her scent, the sound of her voice, the simple taste of her skin was enough to leave him ravenous.

The knob twisted and came open. His eyes flicked about the room almost franticly. He was desperate to see her again, she was an addiction more compelling than every drug on the market. She was air to his lungs. At the sight of her he froze. His entire body halted, he even forgot to breathe.

"If this is a dream promise you won't pinch me Angel."

His voice was hushed but full of intensity as he began crossing the floor. He was moving out of reflex now, drawn to her sure as the grass bends to find sunshine. His eyes drank in every curve and they glowed with pleasure and want. He continued to move, and his steps increased. He ached for her, craved her, needed her desperately.

One hand leaped upward into her hair, tangling into the cherry red. His grip was just as hungry as everything else about him. His other hand settled around her waist where the corset failed to cover her beautiful flesh. Fingertips raking over the small of her back he loosed a growl from his throat. Then his lips were on her own in a fierce, frantic, hungry kiss. It lasted until the need for breath overcame it, he could see spots dancing before his eyes and with a breathless gasp he stepped back, whispering with heat.


"I need you Angel!"
 
"If this is a dream promise you won't pinch me Angel."

The creak of the door signaled his entrance but she didn't move until she heard the deep sexy growl of his voice. Then she just couldn't help herself, she'd never been able to when it came to him. As soon as she turned he was there, hard and hot pulling her into his arms and she fit like a glove against him. Her soft body melted into his just as his mouth came crashing down on hers stealing her breath but filling her with his light. Her arms snaked around his neck so she could fully press her body into his, wanting to feel his heat from her head to her toes. He pulled his mouth from hers and she gasped, fluttering her eyes open and licking over her lips so she could taste him. Dizzy from lack of air or maybe it was his kiss she looked up at him with bright round eyes and ran her hand through his hair.

I can't begin to tell you how I've missed you, missed this..but I don't want to talk, I can't, I just need to feel. I need you to feel.. will you? Will you feel me Daddy.. please?

Her lip caught between her teeth and her hands rubbed down his chest and over the hard plane of his stomach, slipping to his sides and gripping his hips, tugging them hard against hers as she slithered down his body crouching a moment at his feet and kissing the bulge in his pants with her cherry red lips. Grinning she slid seductively up his body and licked his bottom lip.

I couldn't wait to do that...
 
He felt her body instinctively conform to his own. He felt her softness mingle with his strength and it left him with a heady feeling almost like being intoxicated. There was no need for direction for urging. They knew each other better than seemed possible and when he kissed her she fell into him and he into her. Being with her filled him up with more than just pleasure, he felt her warmth, her love washing over him and satisfying him in ways he could never express.

I can't begin to tell you how I've missed you, missed this..but I don't want to talk, I can't, I just need to feel. I need you to feel.. will you? Will you feel me Daddy.. please?

Her words pulled a smile from his lips. Even when he was trembling with lust for her she could pull a tender smile with just a few words. She was perfect, there was no other way to put it. When together she fit to him like the other half of a puzzle piece and together they thrived. Hearing her call him Daddy nearly broke what small resolve he had gathered. His entire body tensed and his eyes fluttered as he felt the ache inside him swell and intensify. It throbbed at the point of bursting and then slowly began to recede. He couldn't reply, and when his senses started to return she was slipping her body down along his own.

"Oh god baby...you know wha--"

Words shattered as he groaned low in his throat. The feel of her lips against his aching and growing bulge was intense. His hand in her hair tightened and he tugged her toward it briefly. His breathing coming faster, his heart slamming in his chest.

"I couldn't wait to do that...

He gave her a wicked smile and pressed himself back to her again. Reaching out to take her hands in his, twining their fingers together. He began to train soft, sweet little kisses along her collar bone. His trail was clear well before he got there, he was aiming for that little hollow of her throat. Finally he pressed a sensual kiss upon the skin but followed it with a tender bite. Drawing back slowly he looked into her eyes and his words were a sensual growl as he began to tug her hands and lead her back toward the bedroom.

"mmmmm that's better. I haven't marked you in a while, I don't want you to forget the fact that your....Mine"
 
A little giggle escaped when he lost his train of thought and words failed him. Little things like that gave her a rush like no other. The way he desired her had always been an addiction for her and he fed it immaculately. His fist in her hair was like coming home. The power he had over her had not lessened over time it had intensified. When he guided her by her hair like that was when she felt most like his little girl. As he held her like that she knew that though there was tenderness there was also firmness and what Daddy said or did was done without question. His lips grazed along her neck and she couldn't help but whimper when his teeth found her spot, their spot..the one he'd claimed as his. Her body reacted instantly arching into his and a soft purring sound of a satisfied kitten whispered across his ear.

His large hand held her smaller one and he tugged her along side him and she followed him nearly skipping with delight as they made their way to her bedroom. She had never been a frilly girl, she loved the dark and decadent and her room showed that. A big bed with large posts dominated the room. Black silk sheets and red velvet blankets with an array of pillows scattered about. She had her toy box in the corner with shelves above it that held candles of different sizes. Wanting to add an air of romance she slid her hand from his and stretched to light the candles and flipped the light switch off before making her way back to him.
 
The intensity of their bond had always been one of the key factors that always led them back to one another. No matter how hard things got, the bad just melted away when he had her in his arms, and she had her arms around him. The sound of her delicate, sultry purr made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and goose bumps race down his flesh.

He could see the change in her that washed over her with his presence, with the knowledge that even now she had a claim on his heart, his body, and soul that no one could match. There was a spring in her step and he half expected her to start bouncing or skipping. He could not help it, he let out a soft chuckle.

Silence suited them right now, sometimes words were an incomplete thing compared to the sheer power of emotion, of love, of lust, of need for the one who completed you. He watched her start to light some of the candles and in the mean time he made his way to her toy chest. Flipping it open he dug out a vibrator a pair of nipple clamps and a thick but short bladed knife. That had been his addition to her toy chest. As she walked back to him he fixed her with a smoky gaze and licked his lips slowly

"You look good enough to eat little girl, but first we have to peel you..."

His words were warm, full of mischief and play but suddenly his voice shifted and took on an iron core, even his eyes hardened.

"On the bed on all fours, facing the headboard. I want to play with my toy a little"

He was not talking about any of the toys he pulled out of the chest, either.
 
"You look good enough to eat little girl, but first we have to peel you..."
"On the bed on all fours, facing the headboard. I want to play with my toy a little"


When she heard that she realized what he held in his hands and she felt her cunt throb at the site of it and the darkness in his eyes. Without hesitation she moved to the bed, not fast but slowly, swaying her hips and crawling onto the bed like a cat, stalking, searching, teasing. Her thighs were parted just so.. and she kept her bottom up in the air knowing how much he loved the curve of her ass. Now facing the headboard she rolled her hips teasingly and looked over at him and winked.

Is this how you want your little girl Daddy? Looking like a slut, ready and open for you to use, to toy with, to fuck as you see fit?

With that said she pressed her cheek to the blanket making herself the picture of a perfect submissive, faceplanted and spread for her Daddy to play with, just like he demanded. Most would be afraid at the sight of a knife, not her, not this little girl. She craved it. Needed it. Wanted him to test her will and trust in him. As always, she wanted to prove to him that she gave him her all to hold in his hands knowing he would give her all she needed and take from her all he desired.
 
He watched her move toward the bed slowly. His eyes devoured each movement hungrily. She was a dancer, and she had that grace about her in the way she moved... it was always something that turned him on just watching her move. She knew it too. His only reply to watching her crawl onto the bed and sway her hips teasingly was to release a soft growl that rumbled in the pit of his chest.

Is this how you want your little girl Daddy? Looking like a slut, ready and open for you to use, to toy with, to fuck as you see fit?

He started to close the distance between them, moving not with the grace of a dancer but with confident step. He moved toward her and he was totally focused. Oh his body still hungered, ached, and craved but it was as if someone else were feeling those things. As he came to the bed he set all of the toys down on the nightstand

"That is just how I like you little girl. My toy, my little whore, my little cum slave. I like you ready and eager. My good little girl."

Reaching out he stroked his fingers through her hair tenderly and affectionately. He always made sure to try and give her some measure of reward when she did right. He knew how much she enjoyed his touch, and to feel not only his passion, but his love. He took a moment to stroke his fingers through her hair and down over her face before his fingers started to walk along the back of her neck.

"Such a beautiful little girl..."

His hands traced along the laces of the corset as if he were using them as a guide. One in a while he looped his fingers into them and gave a faint tug to give her abdomen just a hint of a squeeze. Finally his fingers trailed to the small of her back in to that gorgeous bottom just waving tauntingly in the air. Raking his fingers slowly over her bottom despite the panties she wore, his voice was soft, but with an edge.

"Such a beautiful outfit you have on baby girl.. it's going to be a shame to destroy it. Though it is a fitting lesson I suppose; this is what happens to anything that comes in between me and what is mine."

He strolled back to the nightstand and he picked up the knife, drawing the blade along the flat edge against the smooth dark wood. He did this to let her hear the sound of metal kissing wood, almost as if drawing it from a scabbard. The blade rang out, quivering with vibration as he walked back toward her, his smile was gone.

"Who do you belong to, little girl?"
 
His steps echo'd like the rumbling sound that built up to thunder. He was full of confidence and commanded her attention like no other. Her eyes couldn't move from him for a moment she was so entranced. The closer he got the more his masculine scent enveloped her. Her senses were heightened and aware of everything, every move and gesture he made as he sat down the items he had procured from her toy box.

"That is just how I like you little girl. My toy, my little whore, my little cum slave. I like you ready and eager. My good little girl."

She whimpered when he called her his good little girl. Her thighs clamped shut a moment and she shifted her hips feeling her slickness start to dampen her thighs. His hand felt so good moving over her hair, tenderly touching her face, making sure she knew that first and foremost he would take her yes, but he would also love her as he always did. He never failed to take the moments of time to assure her that what he wanted from her was more than just a good fuck. His hand began to trail and tug at her corset, causing her to gasp a time or two as he began to speak.

"Such a beautiful outfit you have on baby girl.. it's going to be a shame to destroy it. Though it is a fitting lesson I suppose; this is what happens to anything that comes in between me and what is mine."

When his hand moved to the table she watched and bit her lip at the sound of the knife on the wood, knowing what was next, tensing a little and blushing as her nipples hardened from the site of the knife in his strong hand as she lay before him, open, ready, and so very willing.

"Who do you belong to, little girl?"

His deep voice washed over her with words that burned her skin and into the depths of her very soul. For a moment she was lost, lost in the moment, his scent, his touch and his voice. Emotions and arousal were apparent on her face as she spoke clearly.

You.. I belong to you Daddy.
 
He took a moment to revel in the reaction she gave him. He loved the power he wielded over her, and he knew the danger in it as well. He knew that just as she had a tremendous power over him, he had that same power over her. The thrill of giving to each other so completely had never failed to fill him with warmth, and need. They were one.

You.. I belong to you Daddy.

Her voice dripped and he was sure that was not the only place dripping right now. Though all it took was a glance at the front of his dark slacks to see that he was in an equal state of hungry need for her. He nodded his head slowly and let a smile just barely touch his lips for a moment.

"Yes you do, angel. I will never forget that and I will cherish it. Just as I am yours."

His hand slowly smoothed over her bottom and he splayed his fingertips over her skin. Raking his fingertips over the fabric that kept her enclosed he bunched a hint of the fabric up and then slipped a finger under the hem. He started to bring the blade toward her bottom but then he paused and leaned forward. Drawing in a deep breath he pushed it out of his lips and over metal and flesh. He warmed both her bare skin, and the blade so that when it was brought against her skin the could shock would not cause her to jump and allow her to be hurt accidentally. Another breath just to be sure...

The flat of the blade settled against the small of her back. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to draw the steel over her skin. He twisted it in his grasp so that the edge nuzzled against her perfect skin. She could feel how extremely sharp that blade was, it would not take much effort at all for it to begin parting flesh. Yet his touch was gentle and sure and as the blade began to tease over the rise of her bottom he shifted it in his grip again. She could feel a jerk, and then a sudden lack of pressure as the first cut was made and the panties went slack against her flesh
 
"Yes you do, angel. I will never forget that and I will cherish it. Just as I am yours."

Mine...

As she said it her hand reached out and brushed the seam of his slacks that was bulging for her. She knew it was a bold move as he had instructed her face forward on her hands and knee's but she hoped just this once he would over look her forwardness and understand it was just her desperate need to touch him since it'd been so very long. Her hand braced back on the bed as it had been and she waited patiently, well, as patiently as she could for his touch to resume on her body.

She purred when it happened, his hand curving over her ass, raking her panties before slipping beneath them and leaning towards her, warming the blade with his hot breath and letting it tingle over her skin. Ever the thoughtful Daddy. Smiling she closed her eyes briefly as the blade touched her skin. Sharp, firm, dragging just enough to make her draw a deep hungry breath before her panties cut smoothly and she could no longer feel the blade on her skin.

Her hips swayed and she knew he could more than likely see just how wet she was now. She should probably blush at this point but instead she purred and parted her legs further, inviting him to look at her soaked lil honey pot.


See how much I need you Daddy? What a naughty little whore I am for you...
 
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