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

[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

[clay]

she lay in total darkness, blindfolded, ankles & wrists tightly bound

A gentle breeze gently caressed her skin & brought the scent of well honed leather & a faint scent of his cologne

As she sucked in a deep breath she began a descent as he delivered sting upon sting on her body

His low growls of pleasure reached her ears and she felt his deftness with his knife as it was drawn across the tenderest flesh of her breasts & inner thighs

She can hear the thud of his bootheels coming back into the room and sense his drinking in the sight of her naked body splayed before him..to draw upon at his whim

In a deep growl he tells her what a good girl she is

She shivers with anticipation of the next sting of the flogger and scrape of his expertly wielded knife

Whimpering softly as he draws the blade against her inner thigh

he lays an ice cube against her hard nipples once again

Just as she begins to give in to that subspace

she feels another jolt to her body as she bites her bottom lip and struggles to remain silent

it doesn't go unnoticed by him and he teases her nipples with the ice even more so

She begins to writhe giving in to this delicious pain deep between her thighs

His delight is evident at her response to him

as he reaches for his knife...to begin again....

[clay]

darkness.....smell of leather....

fear deep inside.....

all too knowingly she will....

accept every whip strike to

consume her flesh.....making the red welts

sting....only to be rubbed with oils & receive more

for this is her craving...her need...her desires....

[clay]

I want to, and I need to be the leader.

My desires are to live darkly & richly in the world of cravings & desires, and in her femaleness.

My will, her pleasures, her desires, and both of our sexualities will be that touchstone, the command, the pivot.

It is my desire to hold my own ground, intellectually, artistically, and as a woman, oh goddess, yes, as a woman MOC.

My desire is to pursue, and to be pursued, to fuck her, and we both be possessed by the femaleness, at the time of our bidding.

Our dual sexualities will express the very essence of phenomenal feelings.

Our consummation will feel like the waves of the ocean, crashing against the shore.

Our dual orgasms will explode like the grand finale of a fireworks show when we reach the ultimate orgasms together.

When I am deep inside of her, everything beautiful will surround us, washing us in all the colors of a rainbow.

[clay]

raw, naked, hot, and sensual dualities.....like a twin flame...

one igniting the other....

my cock is all powerful..she knows this...it is a magical torch....

setting us both in flames of craving one, the other...........