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Title: Velvet Madness
Author: Vinpuppy aka toto
Rating: R
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***********************VELVET MADNESS***********

The breeze gently ruffles my hair as it winds around my head. Darkness has fallen like a black shroud. Light snowflakes fall, dusting everything with their velvety softness. I sit in the darkness shivering with cold, and await his arrival. I despise him and at the same time long for his touch.

I crave his feel, his scent. I close my eyes and shiver with anticipation. I dream of his tawny skin, his taut muscles rippling as he manipulates my body. I wish to fall and disappear into the shining pools that are his eyes. I hate him and at the same time love him. Although I don’t know what love feels like. Not really. When he is with me I wish him gone, when he is gone, I wish him with me.

He is like a huge, menacing cat, a panther. He moves with the stealth of the hunter, and I am his prey. His hands are as adept at doling out pain as they are with creating pleasure. I know not what will happen each time he comes to me. Will it be pain or will it be pleasure? I bask in his beauty and at the same time I fear his madness. Is he insane? I think not! Am I insane? That is the question that runs through my mind over and over again, leaving me breathless.

He can bring me to ecstasy with a small flick of his tongue and the mere touch and pinch of his finger. He can take his time and bring my body to the brink of insanity with just his fiery touch. His lips can make me explode with energy and bring me the most intense of orgasms. His ample manhood excites me beyond any belief. When he enters me, I come alive with intensity. He makes me feel beautiful and loved. He can bring me to tears with the shear wonder of being alive.

He can reduce me to tears with the sharpness of his tongue. He can make me cry out in pain with the slap of his hand. His manhood can make me beg him to stop hurting me. His teeth can leave marks and bruises to permanently remind me that I am his. My wrists and ankles bear the mark of those ties with which he can torture me. Those same hands that can be so tender can also dish out excruciating pain. My neck often reveals the welts left from an angry moment.

What is this insanity I put myself through? I am proud and at the same time have no pride. I have run before. Immediately I ache for him. He is my master, and my devil. His voice can soothe me and relieve my tired muscles. His voice can cut me like a knife.

He is pain. He is pleasure. He is hard. He is soft. He is my master. He is my lover. He is sanity. He is insanity. He is velvet madness.

~the end~

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