Clay's Corner......my personal writings

[clay]

longing to find a quench

for this insatiable yearning

burning deeply, inside that place of me...

where fires run red hot

fanned to a dim glow only momentarily

by a feast upon your flesh

tasting the silky creaminess

there upon your lotus blossom

where each "petal" is gently exposed

finding the "pearl" nestled in the center..

for me to drink that honey nectar of you, my goddess....

to wet my lips....in this moment.....(C) clay 10/04/16

[clay]

and now I find my hunger

turns to hearing the slap of leather

on delicate pink skin

watching the hues change from slight pinkish red

to reddish purplish

as each slap raises new welts

as I lick my lips

hungry for more...

will you take that slap of leather

to quench my thirst

as I watch you squirm

knowing more will be meted out (c) clay 10/31/16

[clay]

lying between your legs, pinning your wrists above your head with my hand, as the other opens your blouse just enough to expose those succulent breasts & cleavage....my lips seek yours, as I bite the lower one, almost to point of bruising it....feeling you squirm underneath my weight...our bodies hungry for one another....the heat penetrates between us, through our clothes...making each one wet with desire....a fire burning deep within our loins....as I raise to look deep into your eyes, I can see that hot passion smouldering there....it is then I am seared into your soul, just as you are to mine.

[clay]

in the dimness of the light.......I see....

the light beginnings of raised red welts....hues that are the color of a

kaleidoscope upon your bruised buttocks.......

as I raise the flogger once again....burning another color upon the last

one....be still baby....let me lay the cool cloth on each mark.....lowering the

degree of heat on each one....

tomorrow you will look into the mirror & know....

that I was there.....I left my colors upon your flesh...(c) clay 12/15/16.

[clay]

and the journey begins....go lie down........

let me lay my blade upon that flesh.....

you feel the coldness of the steel that begins a slow burn deep inside your loin.....

as you arch your back.....that seductive arch.....raises my own heat level...

as I lick my lips...knowing well....

just how I will lay claim upon the small hollows of your back........arch it more baby.....(C) clay 09/10/17.

[clay]

still craving....

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my hand wrapped in that supple, well honed leather
your bottom exposed,
as I make it my canvas
as I paint my desires across one cheek
then the other
timed...deliberate
well placed
as your delicate skin
becomes varying shades of light pink
fading into crimson
and a deeper maroon
each leather stroke leaving its impression
on my private nude canvas
of your ass......
knowing in days to come
colors will turn to purples, blue greens
and even dark blues
as the marks abate...and my
canvas becomes a clean slate again...for making
(c) 01/20/2013...clay

[clay]

like an artist has a deep desire to paint, so do I......

your sweet, silky skin, uncovered, lain before my eyes...

my fingers trace the outlines of you.....feeling every inch of you.....

as slight chill bumps dot your flesh....in anticipation of...

my "brush" tip....as you hear the "click"...and know....

I am going to delicately....skillfully.....scrape the tenderest parts of your skin...

slight, red welts appear.......as my eyes glaze over...I lick my lips...

anticipating...desiring...taking...

you suck in a breath.......almost inaudibly.....eyelids flutter....

as you become wetted....here....here......there.......silky, glistening......begging for that release of orgasm...

like molten lava....

nipples erect....your tongue flicks slightly to moisten your dry lips...

I walk silently around the bed....the thud of my boot heel....on the cold floor tile...

placing an ice cube ........on that red welt.....as you gasp....bring your body up for more...

my "brush tip" is ever so sharp.......scrape............click.....click...

your eyelids are fluttering....your lips show a slight bruise from your biting them...

my hand reaches to wrap around your throat.......slightly.....in my other hand my 'blade'.....trails down to the slope of your belly.....

feeling the writhing of your body......against my hand...

my mouth devours that wet, sensual flesh......as I take every inch of you...

in a sexual healing.....known only from the stroke of my "brush tip......as I

paint your skin in fifty shades of clay!....(c) DAA 2016