Mirrors

Free, warm, dancing with butterfly's wings

Fog, a cool mist, a dull saunter

A flame, a gnashing pain, a death

Growth, warm shift, acceptance 

Cat eyes that see, a pain that overtakes

Thick black tar, deep numbing, a dark escape

A deep miserable despair 

A fire started, a final reach

I held my breath

A reflection met

I held my breath

A fire started, a  final reach

Thick black tar, deep numbing, a dark escape

Cat eyes that see, a pain that overtakes

Growth, warm shift, acceptance

A flame, a gnashing pain, a death 

Fog, a cool mist, a dull saunter

Free, warm, dancing with butterfly's wings

By: Shy Willow

Her Name... Part 3

For those who are new, this post is a third part in a series called Her Name you can scroll down or check through the archives to locate the previous segments if you wish to read them first.

For those returning, thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoy your sensual break in my little corner of the web.

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Parting our lips I drew a deep breath and felt something new fill my body. It was not the usual lust or ache from a physical encounter, but rather a curious sensation that much like beautiful darkness I could not put my finger on.

Finally coming out of my haze I was expecting a smirk on His knowing lips, but it was something else, perhaps the same strange bewilderment that had overcome me. A brief  pause and He had me help carry out a few things for a refreshment that was made for His guests. 

Settled down again it was not hard to notice that our shift in energy had not gone unnoticed by His guests. Doll was still at Roger's feet, though it appeared he had refilled her glass, but Hund had managed to change clothing and was now seated similarly at the foot of the chair he'd prepared for whomever it was he was waiting for. 

A deep breath had just eased from His perfect lips when another knock at the door interrupted the momentary silence. He rose and strode once again confidently and unshaken to answer the call, Hund fidgeted and then resolved himself to a firm position looking upon the carpet. 

"Hello Lacy" His welcome was warm and inviting, I could easily hear the smile His face met His guest with.

"Hello Handsome!!" a sultry woman's voice poured out like liquid sex.  They embraced and He welcomed her in, following closely behind it wasn't until they were in the sitting room that I was able to see her stunning figure. Her voice did not at all oversell her, and I found myself somehow wanting to melt, or dissolve, disappear even. Working with clients on a daily basis it is rare that an individual makes me feel so intimidated, but something about this guest seemed to to do just that.

"Roger" she nodded, not waiting for His introduction "Doll" she smiled warmly, "good to see you both again so soon!"

"Always good to see you too Lacy" Roger replied as Doll replied with nothing more than her gorgeous smile. 

Taking a step towards me, I felt every inch of my body pricked as her words deepened with something I knew very well to be dark, "and who is this pretty little thing..."

He stepped in front of her cutting off her motion and her sentence without a single word. The tension held for what felt like minutes.

Turning towards me and reaching out His hand, He brought me to my feet at His side. "Lacy, this is Sapphire. Sapphire this is a close friend of mine, Mistress..." She interrupted quickly, "Lacy will do, it is a pleasure to meet you Sapphire, that is a pretty name you have." Her handshake was formal and not unlike what I was very familiar with. Somehow He had diffused whatever tension, and I am not even sure why it was there. "Thank you, Lacy, I am very fond of it. It is a pleasure to meet you also." A grin overcame her face and she excused herself quietly as He pulled me back to His side at the couch. 

Lacy paced a bit around Hund, not at all acknowledging him. 

A low chuckle escaped His lips and He offered His guests refreshments. In the course of the next few minutes Doll daintily gushed over being allowed to serve Roger refreshments, Lacy briefly praised Hund for his good work, just before scolding him for slacking in making sure she had a drink in her hand, and before long Hund was Lacy's footstool, literally. 

The sincerity on Hund's face as he worked and hoped to please Lacy was endearing and beautiful. Not unlike the language of Roger and Doll, it seemed that Hund was attuned to Lacy's body language amazingly well. It seemed that each movement that Lacy made had some meaning which Hund quickly decoded and responded to. There were those moments that Hund did not quite read the movements correctly and Lacy seemed to enjoy jarring Hund with snaps to his pale colored skin with the strap he placed for her, or even with the spike of her heels until he quietly moaned. 

Lacy joined the men's conversation with ease as I again took up the position as silent observationalist. The conversation moved much like every other conversation, topic to topic with relative ease, though rather than work, weather, and politics this took on the form of work, leather, politics, inside jokes, and the twists of humor associated with living in what I would call a duality of life. The movement of the room was exciting to watch. 

His breathing next to me was a constant frustration. Focusing on conversation and learning new personalities, I was at the same time soaking up the time I had with Him, while also trying to understand the rich and dark sensation we had shared earlier in the kitchen. His emotions moved a great deal through the night and prior to that moment, had been easy to read and understand. 

As I was rifling through the images of His emotions, the conversation shifted pulling me from my shared focus. A pause, and what felt like tension, though not negative tension. 

His hand slid tighter around my back and side and rested on my thigh. As He slid his hand to the side of my thigh He squeezed it tightly in His large hand, making the breath catch in my lungs. 

"What do you say, has my baby girl been good?" Roger asked the room as his eyes darkened gazing into Doll.

"Fantastic I'd say" He spoke with a kind smile towards Roger. 

"I suppose she deserves to be rewarded then." Rogers words oozed with a calm darkness that deepened Dolls haze. Her breath changed and her smile softened as she calmed herself soaking in every movement Roger made. I am pretty certain at this point Doll no longer had any notion of people still being around her. 

At that He bent to my ear whispering slowing the heat shot straight into my most deeply guarded of places, "watch the energy spread like wildfire", and with that his teeth found my jawline and neck... torturing the tiny shred of control I clung to. 

- Shy Willow

Sensual Sounds Jo Dee Messina - Bring on the Rain

Some of the sweetest things are found best coupled with salt or sour flavors. Who doesn't love a bit of dark chocolate with some sea salt, or that bitter dark chocolate with some tangy sour fruit flavors to contrast. 

Never fails it seems that my bitter moments always have a hint of irony buried in them somewhere. Most of the time the irony is a light bulb moment where I realize that yes, although this is miserable, there is something absolutely beautiful about it. 

A couple of days ago, while driving home and halfway listening to the radio, halfway lost in thought, a song hit me... it was my light bulb moment. It was that chocolate that made my salt perfect and it was the lemon that made the sugar useful. 

For my music loving, rain dancing, irony chasing, sensual beauties.... "Bring on the Rain".

-Shy Willow

Her Name ... pt 2

... among the chatter another knock came at the door. This knock was more timid, the first couple of raps went unnoticed by the conversing men. Doll and I's reaction to the sound seemed to be the only way the next visitor was going to gain entrance into the rendezvous.

 

"Excuse me." His words paused the conversation. 

 "Good evening Sir." A meek male voice met His at the opening of the door, "I hope my timing is acceptable."

"Yes, right on time, come in." 

"Thank you" the meeker man replied. 

As He entered the space again I was expecting the meeker man to be smaller or quite a deal younger, but really neither seemed to be the case. The timid fellow was about the same size, huskier even, and roughly our same age, wearing a costly suite, and overall looked sharp. 

"Sapphire this is Hund." As I was standing to greet Hund he pulled away nervously and I paused... what had I done wrong. I looked nervously up and He took my hand and smiled and pulled me into the couch with him.

Hund seemed to relax a bit putting down the bag that he carried with him. The bag did not look like the type a businessman would carry, rather it looked like an overnight bag. 

"Sir" he struggled in an innocent way, "where am I to set up for Mistress?" Hund fidgeted as he awaited His response. "Over there is fine Hund, make use of what you need of course" He motioned towards a leather chair kitty-corner from the couch.

"Thank you Sir" Hund nodded and began to focus on his task. 

He and Roger picked up conversation and Doll sat still as ever, with slight movements which seemed a reflection of Roger's every motion. I sat concentrating on the liquid layer of the wine in my glass as I lost myself in thought. He pulled me back quickly as I felt his hot breathe fill my ear and wrap around my neck, "Hund isn't allowed to be touched by anyone without permission from his owner, you startled him, he was not sure how to respond and did not want to be rude" He whispered in my ear. 

I swallowed hard feeling a pain for the frustration I'd caused Hund, my ignorance made him more nervous on top of the tension he'd brought with him. Pursing my lips in my own disappointment His hand slid up the curve of my neck slowly as His fingers twisted gently into my loose hair. 

His whisper continued "you need to relax, you were being polite and did nothing wrong, he always frets for awhile" He applied a bit of tension to my curls and a delicious feeling combated the anxiety inside of me. "Breathe beautiful" His whisper came as He released my hair and pulled me into His strong side. 

Hund was busy arranging things in his bag, had pulled out clothing, and placed a leather strap on the edge of the arm of the chair. Glancing towards Doll I noticed that she was still lost in Rogers every movement, and soaked in the looks he would occasionally reward her with. Those moments when he would look down upon her are when Doll's face would light up and glow and emotions would spring from her in the most uncontrollable way, now I understood. It was beautiful really, to see their unspoken language, how strong it was, how Roger could say so much to Doll just by a subtle change in the glances he gave her. 

"I have a tray to bring out, care to help me?" His words were laced with something dark...

"Of course" I smiled, following Him to the kitchen. 

Once we were near the fridge I felt a familiar pull as He twist me around and pinned me against the cool doors of the appliance. Growling in my ear I felt His free hand sliding into my hair "your response was too much, I had to have it again" His growl vibrated against the skin just below my earlobe. Pulling my hair steadily back that alert skin on my neck was met with His teeth, and this time time I didn't laugh and squirm, I sighed out a breath that fueled His eagerness. Kissing me deeply I felt something much different in His lips, something I couldn't quite put words to, something dark, but beautiful.

- Shy Willow