Once settled in for a evening of sinful pleasure the dim red lights seem to mock the dancing shadows. Running my fingers up and down her sweet curvy lines I leave my lips to some exploring. Feeding like a starved vampire on her raw sexual energy I take to her as a man with no inhibitions. At first I felt slight guilt at devouring her sweet tender soul with monstrous like intentions, only to see in her face a wicked grin peering in-between the moments of pleasure and seconds of bliss ripe with pain. Her eyes stare into mine as almost a dare to push further and bend the boundary’s of what could be. I held her firmly and she dug her nails into my body an screamed into me. All of the sweetest word except the word of the evening which was martini. She was a rare kind of woman, who sought power by submission, took every thing I had to give and smiled with a whisper she said that tonight nothing is forbidden and she hasn’t had yet to have her sprit broken. I then ravaged her in the most unkind ways and in-between the moans and screaming she said the walls are melting and the ground is falling. I asked her the drink of choice and she whimpered martini within that second the climax of the night. Then we wake up to sun shine peering thought the soft kind morning. With a sweet kiss good by she said is their any question I am your goddess and you’re my slave.
