(adult theme) His eyes, like the evening cerulean skies before a cleansing rain; cloaked in a mist of slate. A playful gaze, but full of intrigue, danger, and desire. The storm in his eyes a flawless accompaniment to the iridescence of his smile. Flashes of auburn in a dark beard compliment full, broad, apricot lips. … Continue reading Storms


(BDSM) A fitted braid of silver, A petite cluster of rings-(an illusion of Celtic remembrance),the glistening circle nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat.Innocent. Innocuous. Just a pretty the unknowing eye. Take note of the clasp. Or lack thereof. The unique closure with no release. The simple hoop.Innocent?Innocuous? she is Collared.she is Owned.she … Continue reading ‘Collared’