Ladyjewels

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  • Beautiful Strength Tested.

    Fully clothed She sits across the room, Her eyes locked into his.

    Her soon to be submissive beautiful Man in a chair facing Her, his hands tied behind his back and legs secured to the chair.

    The female sub she hired crouching between his legs was blindfolded, she needed his eye’s on Her tonight.

    She was going to make her hired sub bring him closer and closer without looking anywhere but at Her, until he begged Her, not just with his eyes, but with his groans, with his body shaking, with his lust.

    She wanted him to know who was able to control his Strength.

    She was not going to let him cum, She wanted that for Her after his body was completely shaken, She would take him and watch him fall apart in Her arms.

    Smiling into his eyes as he began his gentle torment.

  • His Test.

    He sat waiting in the dark room, she walked in and waited by the door for her eye’s to adjust, the faintest light outlines her form, the first glimpse of her he had.

    She walked up to the shadow of the Man His masculine smell hitting her senses, he sat waiting as he had been asked.

    Her hands glided over his face and a finger traced His Lips, leaning towards him she gently kissed him her tongue licking his lips slowly before crushing his mouth with her’s.

    His arms remained at his sides and his moans were swollowed by her lips,
    Her nails glided over his shoulders, down his chest, raking over his nipples that were hard and aching, down his stomach and cupped the throbbing mound between his legs straining against the cloth.

    She smiled and unzipped him slowly freeing his glorious cock that was rock hard and pulsing for her.

    He was behaving so well she decided he could feel her, the fact that her pussy was wet and throbbing was also what made her decide.

    She climbed onto his lap and his cock slipped into her as far she she could take him, she was not wearing anything under her skirt, she drank his groans as she ravished his lips.
    Sitting still she squeezed her pussy hard around him feeling him grow and throb.

    As instructed he had not moved, she smiled at the shivers running over his strong body, she rocked faster on the prize she had taken and his heavy breathing on her breasts made her crazy.

    She learned in and whispered in his ear “now’.

    Hard hands reached up and grabbed her waist hard, hard lips sucked her nipples into his hot mouth and he rammed into her harder until She exploded over him throbbing around his Cock milking him.

    She rocked him gently keeping him inside her while he settled.

    Kissed him softly and tenderly

    He was perfect.
    She gently climbed off his lap and walked outside.

  • Painting


    Lay me down on a sheet of plastic,
    Use brushes and water paint,
    Paint me, Colour me, bring me to life as Your art.
    Make me moan, make me cum.

    Shower with me, kiss me deeply and begin again until I can’t walk.

    Then take me.

  • Wake me and Take me.

    Watch me dream, touch my lips gently with your finger tips, watch my lips open on a moan.
    Gently pull the covers of me, trace my nipple softly and watch it harden and my legs shift.
    Play My body like your musical instrument.
    Climb between my legs and push in deeply, watch my eye’s open, my mouth gasp, look into my soul and drink my lips.
    Full me up with you.

  • A Moment in Time.

    The rush of morning people crowding around her, a blur of faces and bodies going at speed, being pushed along almost by force.

    He bumped into her and his fingers curled around her wrist.

    Time stopped, the world changed and faded away,
    She felt his fingers, his warmth, his energy.

    Her eyes locked with his, deep and dark, she shivered and felt the
    present slowly faid around them, she smelt the fresh cut grass and hay,
    And felt the sun shine on her in a warm glow, and she was suddenly transported
    back in time, she knew him like this long ago.

    Someone bumped into them and she blinked, his hand slipped away and
    her wrist burned where his fingers had been.

    She looked around and he was gone the crowd once more swarming around her.

    She felt lost and alone and she didn’t even know who he was.

  • His Words bring Him to life.


    Author: ladyjewel


    An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,
    Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted.

    Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges and the writing faded and hard to read.

    From inside that box a rush of memories and feelings come flying at her, she closes her eyes and slow tears fall, a few drops added to the old stains already there.

    If she opened the pages she would read his words and again be with him as he sat in the bush with the gunfire around him and wrote his feelings and love down on the pages he sent to her.

    She runs her finger over the paper and suddenly his hand seems to cover her hand, she feels the warmth seep into her soul and his eyes are suddenly smiling into her as he stands her up and takes her into his arms, they dance and twirl and he smiles.

    She sighs and gently closes the box, the letters still the same, the ribbon still perfect and in place, she has every word he wrote in there, but her eyes don’t need to see them, her heart remembers them too well.

    So many years after he never returned as he promised, the words still connect him to her soul as it would do again…..one day, she feels it in her heart.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013

  • Mirror Image

    Author: ladyjewel

    The mirror was to the floor, heavy silver frame.
    A lone woman stares at the image she makes,
    Feels nothing, and wonders how the glass would feel.

    Hand reaches out and touches the cool glass, she closes her eyes, and her hand slides through to the other side, her arm then her body follow.

    The sudden cold like ice hits her, the silence is so complete she feels like she has become the glass, not even her heart beat excists.

    Warm hands close over her shoulders, she feels like the fingers are burning into her cold skin.

    She is pulled back into arms that shelter, and she opens her eyes, she is once more looking into the glass, but now there are two

  • Our Snow White Rose.

    Author: ladyjewel

    She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
    The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.

    Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
    Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.

    Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.

    Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.

    Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013

  • Broken Doll.

    Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
    she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.

    Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.

    And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.

    Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
    and she lay there feeling nothing at all.

    That’s where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.

  • Drops of Red.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Drops of red
    Sharp steel pushes down gently on milky skin,
    The slight pop as it gives way,
    Slides easily along the cut opening a line.

    She watches the red line form,
    The perfect drop of blood like a jewel,
    It gathers all the pent up feeling inside her,
    Hangs like a perfect tear for a few seconds,
    Then falls to the ground.

    She feels the weight of her heart drop,
    And the lightness of releasing all the hurt.

    The tears now able to fall and run like a river,
    Her eyes cleansing her soul.

    And the carm washes over her once more..