This is a short piece that i have been reworking for quite some time. This is just a glimps of the dusfunctional rantings that go on inside my head... I hope that this means as much to some of you as it does to me. I fear that in some ways I will never be finished, but that does give me something to live for...
The Great Red Dragon
It’s a funny thing to live under the wings of a dragon
It’s a lot warmer than you would think
The intoxicating feel of his strong evil talons tangled in my long hair
The Dragon's massive arms holding me so tightly (Washing away any illusion of escape)
His fiery breath tickles my cheek so sweetly with every rise of his firm chest
In His deep slumber he looks so peaceful
His Chest Rises and falls to meet my yearning breasts and I feel the insatiable carnal fire roar through my very being
Every movement reminds me that I am his and his alone
The Seductively Peaceful Grin on The Dragon's Face looks almost inviting...
I know all too well that it only serves to mask unspeakable evil lurking beneath the eerie calm
Such a sweet demise to teasingly wake him from his deep sleep
I could spend a thousand eternities basking in the wake of his merciless wrath
My darkest fantasy is that he would devour me,
Devour all that I am
Devouring all my illusions until I am left with only the warm blanket of sweet helplessness
I hold my breath as my teasing hands start to wonder
I know what will happen as penance for my daring
I fully accept the consequence of my boldness
My long fingernails gently runs along the undulating scales of his tight abdomen
My sweet breath whispering my deepest desires into his waiting ears
His invisible claws of fear begin to take hold of my strainign lungs
My Breath catches deliciously
My pulse quickens as the time of my torment grows nearer with every second
He subtly begins to stir as my hands grow more and more deliberate
Soon I will have my prize-that of my own demise
There is no turning back now
This is my sickest joy: Teasing the tail of the Great Red Dragon
Little do i know that he has been awake this whole time
Patiently Inviting my innocent transgression
Just waiting for the perfect time, To take me as his own possession
There’s no turning back
His merciless grip tightens around me
I melt into the warmth of desperation... I am finally his
Oh what deliciously evil Tortures await me
The the only thought that gives me comfort, is that there are no knights to save me
He violently tosses me beneath him
Menacingly Surveying his perfect prey
All that I wish to ask for, is more hours in the day
The Dragon drinks in the signs of my helpless despair like a fine wine
Emboldening his insatiable thirst for my perfect suffering
My shortened breath dripping with lustful arousal is the sweet symphony of his superiority
My panicked expressions are a portrait of his perfection
My subtle gyrations seal that my sweet seduction is complete
He owns every fiber of me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet
He kisses me on the forehead, his evil form is but a demonic symbol
He whispers deeply inside me
“Before Me… You Rightly TREMBLE...”
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Funny enough, my perception of dominance is all about the I CREATE not the ones I experience. That is why for the most part I try to conceptualize from the female lee's perspective first...
The Great Red Dragon
It’s a funny thing to live under the wings of a dragon
It’s a lot warmer than you would think
The intoxicating feel of his strong evil talons tangled in my long hair
The Dragon's massive arms holding me so tightly (Washing away any illusion of escape)
His fiery breath tickles my cheek so sweetly with every rise of his firm chest
In His deep slumber he looks so peaceful
His Chest Rises and falls to meet my yearning breasts and I feel the insatiable carnal fire roar through my very being
Every movement reminds me that I am his and his alone
The Seductively Peaceful Grin on The Dragon's Face looks almost inviting...
I know all too well that it only serves to mask unspeakable evil lurking beneath the eerie calm
Such a sweet demise to teasingly wake him from his deep sleep
I could spend a thousand eternities basking in the wake of his merciless wrath
My darkest fantasy is that he would devour me,
Devour all that I am
Devouring all my illusions until I am left with only the warm blanket of sweet helplessness
I hold my breath as my teasing hands start to wonder
I know what will happen as penance for my daring
I fully accept the consequence of my boldness
My long fingernails gently runs along the undulating scales of his tight abdomen
My sweet breath whispering my deepest desires into his waiting ears
His invisible claws of fear begin to take hold of my strainign lungs
My Breath catches deliciously
My pulse quickens as the time of my torment grows nearer with every second
He subtly begins to stir as my hands grow more and more deliberate
Soon I will have my prize-that of my own demise
There is no turning back now
This is my sickest joy: Teasing the tail of the Great Red Dragon
Little do i know that he has been awake this whole time
Patiently Inviting my innocent transgression
Just waiting for the perfect time, To take me as his own possession
There’s no turning back
His merciless grip tightens around me
I melt into the warmth of desperation... I am finally his
Oh what deliciously evil Tortures await me
The the only thought that gives me comfort, is that there are no knights to save me
He violently tosses me beneath him
Menacingly Surveying his perfect prey
All that I wish to ask for, is more hours in the day
The Dragon drinks in the signs of my helpless despair like a fine wine
Emboldening his insatiable thirst for my perfect suffering
My shortened breath dripping with lustful arousal is the sweet symphony of his superiority
My panicked expressions are a portrait of his perfection
My subtle gyrations seal that my sweet seduction is complete
He owns every fiber of me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet
He kisses me on the forehead, his evil form is but a demonic symbol
He whispers deeply inside me
“Before Me… You Rightly TREMBLE...”
******************************************************
Funny enough, my perception of dominance is all about the I CREATE not the ones I experience. That is why for the most part I try to conceptualize from the female lee's perspective first...
