Ladyjewels

Tag: Trust

  • A Lady .

    A “Lady”, is gentle and kind, respectful and knows when to walk away.
    She can be submissive and glow with a sense of pride, and she can hold her partner’s head to her chest and kiss away tears, feeling proud to be let so deeply into another’s soul.

    A “Lady”, will stand up to anyone or anything that threatens her loved one’s.

    And a”Lady”, will open up all she is to the person who holds her soul, for Him alone, she will become a sexual whore who will thrill at being shown how to give and receive pleasures, she will be His teacher and pupil, loving and loyal.

    To be a “Lady”, is beautiful and to be loved by a “Lady”, is a gift to treasure

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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.

  • Do you know?

    Author: ladyjewel

    do you know…
    do you know what perfume I like and wear, and if I like flowers or spice?
    do you know what colour i wear on my toenails, and if I wear red lipstick I feel like flirting and it gives me courage, and if I wear pink I want to be soft and quiet?
    do you know what movies make me cry, and why?
    do you know what time of the month I get emotional and bleed, and do you understand?
    do you know what inspires me, or moves me, or makes me laugh, what makes me want to be better?
    do you know the woman inside, the girl who wants to be held for nothing, cuddled and told she’s safe no matter what?
    do you know my dreams and goals, and who in my family makes me sad?
    do you know if I sit in the corner in the dark and never believe I will be found, and if I feel like I will always be the good friend and never the one someone wants more?
    do you know if I always back off and think others are more important, and try to understand the ache inside, why I am incomplete, and why I am scared to trust too quickly?
    or……do you just know,how I can be made to moan and throb in ecstasy, how I love to be touched, how I would look when I am at the hight of passion?
    my sexual feelings and what I like?
    or…….do you know or want to know, all of the above?

    if you do then you are a Man worth knowing

  • For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.

    Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

    They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?
    Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don’t have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

    God’s newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her

  • The Deer.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
    The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

    The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
    Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
    Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

    As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
    Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
    The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
    It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

    As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013
    About this poem:
    My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law.
    I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love.
    I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-)
    A mother sees below what others see.
    I like to think the deer felt like this?

  • The Swan, a love story


    Author: ladyjewel


    The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.

    She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.

    All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.

    She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.

    Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.

    The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.