Ladyjewels

Tag: Erotic

  • The Curve’s of a Woman.

    Do you know a woman?

    You might think you do, but untill you have traced the curve of her body with your fingers and lips, you don’t know her.

    Until she has allowed you into her mind to explore her innermost self, her secrets and thoughts, her dreams, you don’t know her.

    If she has not invited you into her soul, and she will only do that when she trusts you not to distroy her, then you don’t know her.

    When she does, you will know her completely and she will be yours forever, until then you don’t know her.

  • I have a Dark side.

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    Cold chains on a hot body making it react.

    Clamps on sensitive areas creating a delicious pain that highlights the pleasure.

    Some days I embrace My Dark side.

  • Her Art.

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    He stood against the beautiful old tree the branches full of lunch green leaves. She had made him undress and placed clamps on his nipples, placed him in a pose She was happy with, commanded him to stay hard. She sat on a silk cushion cross legged, wearing nothing but her stockings and high red heels 👠. Her sketch book opened She began to draw him, catching his expressions as he endured the clamps, as he watched Her hair blowing it the soft wind that wrapped around them both. She looked deep into his eyes and knew he was thinking about the night before when She had made him submit to Her again and again, smiling at his physical reaction as She continued capturing him on the page.

  • Instructions in the Rain 🌧️

    Walking out into the pouring rain My heals clicking on the outside tiles, he is standing there waiting, his shirt wet and shaping his body.

    I slowly unbutton the coat watching his eyes go dark as I drop the coat and allow the rain to soak My see through lace bra and suspenders with black stockings.

    My nipples are cold and hard, I stop Infront of him and trace his lips with My finger, leaning towards him I lick the rain from his lips and kiss him deeply, drinking in his moans.

    As instructed he has not moved, taking his hand I place it on my breast, his warm hand a delicious contrast, spreading my legs apart, I place his other hand were I had “forgotten” to add clothing.

    Smiling at him sweetly I lean into him and whisper ” Make Me warm!”.

  • A Man’s Hands.

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    Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t care how they look or feel, except, that they look and feel like the one’s that belong to the Man who has given them to Me for safekeeping.

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  • A Kiss 💋

    A pair of lips brushing softly over your lips, the feeling of another person’s breath rushing over your mouth mixing with yours.

    The rush of sensation as your lips connect and are crushed with his, that giddy rush of endorphins that race through your body, making part’s of you tingle and throb.

    The best kisses are when you feel his hands holding your face, one hand reaching behind your head to pull your hair down so he can trail his lips down your neck, then hungrily capture your lips again.

    I adore kisses.

  • Bathing.

    Sinking into a hot bath full of bubbles, the best feeling, lay back eyes closed and have Strong hands washing your body.

    When he gets between your legs open your eyes and comand his hand stays there until you cum, watch his eyes and see his nude body respond as you come closer and closer to orgasim, his rock hard cock throbbing, you moan as you explode.

    As you come back and relax, reach out a finger and capture the glistening drop of pre cum, rub it into your lips, smile into his eyes.

    Good boy 💋

  • As a Mistress.

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    Some days when You have had a day from hell and You just want to close off the world.

    Stripping down to nothing and climbing into a hot bath that Your sexy submissive has run for You, having him massage your shoulders and feet with those strong hands that You control, bring You a cold glass of wine and just being available afterwards to release any tension, in any way You decide, is the best feeling.

  • I want to paint you.

    This post and picture made me want to paint you.

    I would use you as My canvas, make you lay there for hours and study every muscle under My paintbrush.

    I would glory in every shiver, every sigh and every moan I was able to pull from you, but you would not be allowed to move unless I wanted you to.

    I could test your control, and when you were getting out of control, walk away and sit and watch your breathing and how you try and relax.

    Thats when I would begin, again and again, and again.

    When I allowed you to cum, it would be magical, and I would capture your eyes and command that you look at Me and make you show Me all you feel at that exact point.

    I think I would like that.

  • Serving Her.

    Her, he was created to serve Her,

    Her soft skin, the way Se allowed him to touch Her feet, he felt the pleasure in making Her happy.

    Her hands grabbing his hair and pulling it back so She could bite his neck and leave marks to show the world he was Her’s made him hard, but only She controlled that part of him.

    She, controlled his sexual desire and his mind,

    She knew his mind sometimes better that he did, he knew, She, earned the trust he gave Her and now he was free to “just be”, with Her he was able to let go and give up control.

    She owned him because he gave himself over to Her freely and completely.