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Magic 2 Ed: A Guide to S/M for...
Need help with your riding-crop technique? Wonder how to wrap your
husband like a mummy? Or maybe you caught your girlfriend wistfully
eyeing a pair of handcuffs in a shop window and simply want to know
how to bring up the subject with her. Sensuous Magic has the answers.
Writer, therapist, and sex radical Patrick Califia-Rice has updated
his classic introduction to S/M and power play to embrace couples
of all persuasions and at every stage of experience
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Watching
by Crimson Thirst © 2001-2002
I have slid into warm pools of writhing temptation
Known the very depth of secrets yet touched
Felt the stretching submission of flesh peeling to take Me
Echoed the whimpers from hair hidden face that lies full of awe
Watched another begin a journey they had once only imagined I have known
the arching of the small of the back
Small hairs that reached towards the unknown experience
Tiny hands unsure of which inch to caress next
Flashing over every one while attempting to grasp what the mind can not
Dry mouth smothered and suffocated with force from lips I have fed such
a mouth with new pleasure
Bathed the same throat with hot approval of My satisfaction
You read now and writhe as your finger is nibbled
Even now such moisture for a yearning tongue to taste becoming evident
I feel the very heat of your inspired folds of pink petal
They will be explored soon enough-
This I know Hidden fantasies sprung forth to flood that nibbled finger
The very idea of being stretched to your physical and mental limits
Your hips rotate slowly pressed against hard seat even now
Pleading becomes your new language for you to speak
Heavy accent dripping of pleasure in those words
Puddle proof of the passion soaking soft thighs
Breathing will now slow and finger tasted and dries
A new flight for the next journey of winged delight I have showered the
gift lying beneath Me with splashed approval
Devoured piercing breasts with ravenous mouth and hand
Fed My appetite to own those soft folds that begged Me deeper
And wiped My face with wicked grin when the soft cries finally came
Somewhere behind the dark blanket of soft hair
Came the whispers of the name of the
One that led her here.
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