My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

  One balmy moment in Mid-October  She hungered for her Summer lover.   She came Alive at the Witching Hour  Ever-Ready to Flex her Power.   She searched through the Haze of her Crystal Ball Looking for her human thrall She thought of a hot, sticky Night in June  Then sent her Call to the Goddess Moon She closed her eyes and saw his face Then Cast her Spell through Time and Space They were Tied, Bound by Blood He can't Escape.  She's got him for Good. She whispered his name on the Autumn Wind She pulled her Rope and Lured him In He woke to a Dream he could not Resist He followed her path in the Moonlight Mist She Chanted a Verse only he could hear A Hypnotic Charm to bring him Near She slipped into the dark in her Crimson Robe Singing Meet Me at Our Spot by the Hidden Cove Her lover was Entranced as he meandered through her Maze Reliving Mystic Visions as he danced on in a Daze Delirium in Memorium A Romance that Enslaved He crept into her My...

She walked into the bar seeking peace and oblivion.  Victory was exhausted from a long day searching for a child who had suddenly vanished.  The parents had hired Victory for her Special Skills in tracking down missing people.  Most thought Victory was just really good at her job.  Only a few, close  confidantes  knew the true reasons why Victory always found whomever she sought.  Dead or Alive. Today was especially rough because the lost soul was a seven year-old girl named Rebecca.  Rebecca had been playing in her front yard one minute and was gone the next.  Her mother was hysterical and could not stop blaming herself.  The father was trying to be supportive but Victory could see it was weighing him down.  Victory felt the weight herself.  So much responsibility.  So many depending on Victory.  She needed a break from it for just a while to reset and redirect.  A bit of hibernation, if you will, to restore her...

I was rambling through the forest on my daily trek.  I get a lot of inspiration while communing with Mother Nature.  The day was beautiful, balmy and sparkling with Sunshine.  I could hear little creatures burrowing in their hidey holes.  It was a glorious galavant with Gaia.  I hiked on, getting lost in my thoughts, when a black cat crossed my path.  Sleek and glossy like midnight satin, he sauntered past without an ounce of hurry.  He glanced back, Emerald eyes connecting with mine.  I sensed a sentience, an intellect inside those glowing green gems, but surely that was my wild imagination.  You know how cats are.  The regal way they present themselves as if they hold mysteries deep within.  Still it seemed like more was at play. I brushed aside that madness and continued along the winding trail.  I spent a pleasant afternoon in quiet solitude, gathering wildflowers and plotting Spells.  I headed back home, shadows growi...