The Dom Lounge

[Netzach]

I'm very Romantic. I like my letters signed in blood.

Oh, you don't mean in that Pre-Raphaelite taking arsenic kind of way, do you?

 

[AngelicAssassin]

I'm very Romantic. I like my letters signed in blood.

Oh, you don't mean in that Pre-Raphaelite taking arsenic kind of way, do you?

Gothic lettering, or go for broke runes?

 

[Netzach]

Gothic lettering, or go for broke runes?

LOL...not that picky. An inked name with that telltale *spatter* beside it, good enough, too.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

LOL...not that picky. An inked name with that telltale *spatter* beside it, good enough, too.

Depends on how acidic that spatter might be, don't you think?

 

[Netzach]

Turning this back to the original intent, though, I wonder if Mdomery is more hung up on romance.

I mean, when I beat a femme, I might feel kinda butch and I might be inclined to buy her candy, but I certainly don't wax all starry-eyed about her femininity. I'm much more likely to send her home with the ruler I hit her with and make her do trig with it than I am to send flowers.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Turning this back to the original intent, though, I wonder if Mdomery is more hung up on romance.

I mean, when I beat a femme, I might feel kinda butch and I might be inclined to buy her candy, but I certainly don't wax all starry-eyed about her femininity. I'm much more likely to send her home with the ruler I hit her with and make her do trig with it than I am to send flowers.

Not really, but we do enjoy being gentlemen as well as rogues.

Yes, i'd send her home with the ruler, but not for doing trig ... i tend to think ahead.

 

[scarlet vixen]

Well, angelic, I was going to ask Nuts Crack to take a ruler to you for your discourtesy... but i found this nice little work of yours.
It's tender and affecting, though the last line could use a little work.

sv

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The Car Ride
by AngelicAssassin ©

My dearest,

Think of my car and the sunroof. Dream of a warm summer night when the air is so thick, you can smell honeysuckle on the slightest breeze. Hear the crickets outside, their chirring bringing the night alive. Laugh with me as we struggle to move each other’s clothing out of the way. Smile at me when you see my eyes light up as i gaze upon you. No, don’t duck your eyes. Let me see the green in them grow darker as your blood stirs. Caress my lips with yours, and wrap your arms around my neck as the kiss deepens. Snap open your eyes as i harden beneath you. Imagine skin touching skin. Sense the cool and dry contact between us at first, and then, as passion rises, feel the surfaces cling and become sticky. [several paras deleted.]

[end para]

Now imagine the point of no return. The leash on the animal released, if not snapped by his sheer fury to take you. One hand in your hair pulls hard to arc your back sharply, forcing you onto your tiptoes like a ballerina. The other will press on the small of your back to curve that arch to the point of agony. Bow to the flood of my seed pumping into your body. Submit as my fangs snap into your shoulder. And drop into sub-space as the most primal roar you've ever heard explodes right next to your ear.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Well, angelic, I was going to ask Nuts Crack to take a ruler to you for your discourtesy... but i found this nice little work of yours.
It's tender and affecting, though the last line could use a little work.

sv

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The Car Ride
by AngelicAssassin ©

My dearest,

Think of my car and the sunroof. Dream of a warm summer night when the air is so thick, you can smell honeysuckle on the slightest breeze. Hear the crickets outside, their chirring bringing the night alive. Laugh with me as we struggle to move each other’s clothing out of the way. Smile at me when you see my eyes light up as i gaze upon you. No, don’t duck your eyes. Let me see the green in them grow darker as your blood stirs. Caress my lips with yours, and wrap your arms around my neck as the kiss deepens. Snap open your eyes as i harden beneath you. Imagine skin touching skin. Sense the cool and dry contact between us at first, and then, as passion rises, feel the surfaces cling and become sticky. [several paras deleted.]

[end para]

Now imagine the point of no return. The leash on the animal released, if not snapped by his sheer fury to take you. One hand in your hair pulls hard to arc your back sharply, forcing you onto your tiptoes like a ballerina. The other will press on the small of your back to curve that arch to the point of agony. Bow to the flood of my seed pumping into your body. Submit as my fangs snap into your shoulder. And drop into sub-space as the most primal roar you've ever heard explodes right next to your ear.

http://www.1st-vets.org/forum/images/smiles/icon_twisted.gif ... i think not ... those that have heard that roar, never forget it, nor wish to forget.

http://www.gifs.net/animate/tiger.gif The animal purrs quite nicely when things settle down.

The claws retract, the lips nuzzle, and all is right in my world.

i would think you'd prefer "Quaint."

 

[scarlet vixen]

Angelic,

I have not doubts about your roar or "primal" nature. I just mean the choice of words like "drop into subspace". It's sort of like saying,

A book of verses
underneath the bough,
A loaf of bread, a flask of wine,
And thou, beside me, singing in the key of C sharp major

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Angelic,

I have not doubts about your roar or "primal" nature. I just mean the choice of words like "drop into subspace". It's sort of like saying,

A book of verses
underneath the bough,
A loaf of bread, a flask of wine,
And thou, beside me, singing in the key of C sharp major

To each their own.

i wrote the story for someone in particular, and that person understood the reasoning perfectly.

Edited: If you don't like it, so be it.

 

[scarlet vixen]

Well, Angelic I think I'll pass to someone with a little better manners. A graceful little offering below. (Where I come from, if someone says they like a whole piece, but found the wording of one line not-so-good. I say "Thanks", and I listen very carefully, since they show a general liking for the writing.)





Never stare Never despair

by sirhugs ©

A sway of breast
A toss of hair
and I am captured there

enchanted
entrapped
no way out of here

in the prison of lust
for the taste of your lips
for your smell so fair

you are a witch
my wicked muse
nose in the air

you tease me with a smile
you crush me with a glance
you don't know how I care

each time I see you I want to ask
"does HE treat you right?"
instead, I just stare

my breath caught in my throat
your beauty my curse
my silence my cross to bear

a wave, a word
a passing greeting
is all we ever share

so it is not you who are cruel
'tis I who am the fool
reponsible for my own despair

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Again, to each their own.

"To sleep, perchance ..."

 

[sirhugs]

graceful?

so kind

 

[Netzach]

Not really, but we do enjoy being gentlemen as well as rogues.

Well....



why?


In the long ago instances where I did bend over for a dude, it wasn't because I knew he could be a gentleman, it was because I knew he was a <i>mensch</i> (trans. for the yiddish impaired, lit. "human being" -- a good egg.)

The difference is that you can fake being the one, the other can't be faked and is about a distinct lack of posturing.

The one time I did submit to someone who merely turned out to be a gentleman I learned the difference, fast.

 

[WriterDom]

bending over is a good thing.

 

[Netzach]

bending over is a good thing.

D'you speak from experience there?

I do, and I can say that while bending over is good, doing the bending of the bent over is infinitely better.

 

[sirhugs]

D'you speak from experience there?

I do, and I can say that while bending over is good, doing the bending of the bent over is infinitely better.

here here

 

[scarlet vixen]

A tender little Master's poem, esp.

/I wither without you like a flower hidden from the sun/

So is it true that the Master--the gallant type-- through his love, comes to depend upon the slave?

SV

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To My Babydoll

by Master_Vassago ©


This is for one person, I just wish her to see in print the love and adoration I have for her.



She likes to be spanked, and then kind of cuddled
Between her cries her words are always muffled
Her bottom so tight and always pink
She loves My hand on her ass so I think

Always so sweet and tender and a joy
But she is here for her Master not a boy
Her mind sharp as a tack, and she's quick with her wit
At times that is the reason her bum is red and she cant sit

She greets always with her sweet little way
Yet she always forgets the most important word to say
I own her heart as surely as we breathe
If I could only convince her to come to Me.

I long to hear her giggles and look into those eyes
To spread her slide inside and hear her sweet cries
To force her moans of ecstasy as I pound within
I may not be as big but I fill her better than any other men

Her body arching, sweat beads down her body, her lips apart
Her kiss sweeter than an English tart
Her stature is small yet oh so appealing
Love is the only way to express this feeling

I love you My dear as a Master loves His little one
I wither without you like a flower hidden from the sun
But alas with you, my dear I may reach any mountains peak
I have found My one, no more need I seek

Babydoll your whispers and words capture my heart and mind
You are the treasure I had always hoped to find
When that day finally comes and you belong to Me
Your happiness I will guarantee.

===

 

[sirhugs]

So is it true that the Master--the gallant type-- through his love, comes to depend upon the slave?

the sweet pain of separation is not a gain
keeping her near would calm the fear
shackles bind both ways
pain clears away the haze
now , enchanted, the Master sees
he's the one on his knees

 

[AngelicAssassin]

Not really, but we do enjoy being gentlemen as well as rogues.

Well....

why?

In the long ago instances where I did bend over for a dude, it wasn't because I knew he could be a gentleman, it was because I knew he was a mensch (trans. for the yiddish impaired, lit. "human being" -- a good egg.)

The difference is that you can fake being the one, the other can't be faked and is about a distinct lack of posturing.

The one time I did submit to someone who merely turned out to be a gentleman I learned the difference, fast.

Chuckling here.

Simply the way i'm built. Parents taught me good manners. i pay attention. Shrug. Just the way i am.

Are we faking rogue, or gentleman? i believe we all have several facets to our personality. Some, i just don't show to most people. Society kinda demands the gentleman, so he normally faces forward. Almost everyone gets "Angelic" if i choose to show myself at all.

 

[scarlet vixen]

Damn sir h, that's good stuff; concentrated and essential.



"shackles bind both ways..."

Are you saying the gallant and natural dom feels just as free to kneel and present a poem as to stand and weild a whip?

SV

 

[sirhugs]

Damn sir h, that's good stuff; concentrated and essential.



"shackles bind both ways..."

Are you saying the gallant and natural dom feels just as free to kneel and present a poem as to stand and weild a whip?

SV

wouldn't a true poet let the readers form their own judgment?

perhaps what I can add is to suggest that the Dom is no more 'free' than the sub. Our essential characters drive us each to play our role. Perhaps heaven is in finding our match.

 

[sirhugs]

Damn sir h, that's good stuff; concentrated and essential.



"shackles bind both ways..."

Are you saying the gallant and natural dom feels just as free to kneel and present a poem as to stand and weild a whip?

SV

wouldn't a true poet let the readers form their own judgment?

perhaps what I can add is to suggest that the Dom is no more 'free' than the sub. Our essential characters drive us each to play our role. Perhaps heaven is in finding our match.

 

[DomN8her]

I've been lurking for quite awhile but that is truly poetic sir h. I think most submissives forget that this is a give and take and that both parts form a whole.. neither is able to truly shine until joined together and finding the right fit is the key to making it all work well.

 

[AngelicAssassin]

... Perhaps heaven is in finding our match.

"Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah."