The collar calls to me Pulls me magnetic To my Master's feet I kneel As the collar rests before me In my hands for Him My head bowed in adoration to Him "My collar is my crown... My gift my submission... To you, Master, I serve... With my body, my soul and my heart." …
Rocking slow He savours this moment Etching in to his memory The object of his desire He’s longed for all this time Back arching, moaning his name underneath him * Violet Grey Copyright, 2018 - Life of Violet All Rights Reserved. *Picture - Pinterest
In the chilly autumn night Heat roars and brims Over svelte curves Rose, silken nightdress clings and skims How I long, my dear To lay my lips on those flushed, pink cheeks My hand to knead and mould Against those soft peaks A single look from pooling, ocean eyes And to my knees, you bring …
Nails glide down his back Silken thighs wrapped round his hips Tongue tasting, lush velvet mouth Soft flesh of her neck, his lips do kiss Rocking deep, she clutches tight Wanting moans sigh Breasts swell under his hands Flaming tresses pour along the pillow Above the roaring in his ears “Faster…” she pleads, “Please…faster…” Clawing …
I lead you up the stairs with your rough, warm hand encased in mine. Up the stairs to the first floor heading together down the corridor, I turn around. Your dark eyes lock with mine, wandering lustfully up and down my body, thinking of what else might be underneath after I showed you a glimpse …
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Becoming Violet Grey 