Hiii~

I'm always busy -- it never ends! But this is a good thing.

For the past two weeks I've been working on getting my Tumblr blog off the ground. I have to give props to Ein for helping me because I suck at coding. S-U-C-K. But they're both up and running now so the hours of frustration and tears were sooo worth it. I decided to shut down my Wicked Theatre thread in the Simslab -- trying to maintain 2 Tumblrs, my Naughty Machinima page, and this blog is just a little exhausting so something had to go. Not to mention double posting is a pet peeve of mine and I don't want to be the one to annoy myself lol.

Does this mean I will be leaving LL eventually? No, not all. LL is my first home and though my tiny insignificant little corner of it may get dusty and seem empty, it will still be there. = )

I wish I had some pixels to share but I don't. I've only just started filming today but I'm taking a break because certain components are driving me up the wall at present annd I'm looking for specific animations (which I haven't found). It's going to be good though! I can't waaait for you guys to see it.

The release date is tentatively scheduled for May 21 and if you want to see pixels before the Wicked Work post, be sure to follow my ~>Wicked Theatre<~ tumblr.

I had a thread in the Erotic writing section but I decided to delete it. If you missed it, check out the beginning below. You can find other such stories (including fanfiction and non erotic short stories) on my ~>Wicked Stories<~ tumblr. Tell me what you think about it in the comments. ^ ~

Both Tumblrs have music so turn your speakers down! I hope I'll see you on Tumblr. Enjoy the story~

xoxoxo,

~L.

All Night | by Me

“Kneel.” His voice is velvet in the gloom, the softest caress in the middle of the night. I obey him, my heart pounding against my ribs in anticipation and pleasure at the thought of pleasing him. My movements are fluid, graceful as I sink to my knees, my arms folded behind my back. I hear his breath, his soft footfalls as he comes to me. I keep my eyes to the charcoal gray down beneath me. It’s as soft as a whisper against my naked legs. I can feel his body heat buffeting my skin. I want to moan at his close proximity but I don’t. I know he likes it when I am silent.

His strong, lean fingers are at my neck, pushing my head down. I oblige, spreading my knees wider, arching my back and lifting my buttocks in the air. His naked feet, pale and glowing against the dark carpeted floor draw my attention. I lean forward and press my lips to his toes. I hear his sharp intake of breath and smile inwardly as I linger, I love the feel of his skin. His fingers curl in my hair, tightening into a fist. Purring languidly, I press my side against his legs, rubbing against him slowly as a cat might rub against her human. I want him to know in the only way I can that I have waited all day for this moment. The silence is rent by the loud, sharp slap of his palm against the right side of my buttocks. I gasp and exhale loudly. He spanks me again, flattening his palm against my heated flesh. Again, he spanks me though harder this time and though I try to keep silent, the fourth and fifth blows are too much but I take this, reveling in the feel of his hand against my skin. I moan, twisting my hips from side to side. Ten blows later, my backside is smarting and hot and tears running down my cheeks.

“Bad, girl,” he whispers. I shudder, squeezing my eyes tight against the sudden rush of need that fills me. I want him. I always want him. “Stand.” He lets go of my hair and I climb smoothly to my feet. I keep my eyes downcast, my face expressionless, my hands at my sides. Inside, I am trembling with longing. “Look at me.”

My eyes flicker to his and I swoon, inhaling deeply at the flood of his aura. His eyes are so beautiful, so bright. At the same moment, he half steps back, his mouth falling open on a gasp. He says my eyes take his breath away and my heart explodes in my chest, galloping off at the speed of light. My mouth waters, my stomach quivers. A surge of carnal fire roars to life in my groin. His eyes, blue-green and silver darken. With one hand he takes my wrists and shoves them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward. With the other, he yanks back my hair, exposing my throat and then he plunders my mouth hard. He claims me and I relent because I am his. My knees tremble. A little moan escapes me as he bites my bottom lip. He tugs my hair, stilling and silencing me.

“You please me,” he breathes against my neck. I sigh with contentment. “You love to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” I answer breathlessly. He kisses me slowly, deeply; his tongue dancing expertly with mine. He tastes of vanilla and mint. I moan into him, pleading. He laughs darkly and pulls away, spanking me lightly.

“Come, kitten.” He turns on his heel and walks through an archway, throwing back a heavy pair of dark red velvet curtains. On the other side is a dark wood-paneled room dotted with tall white and red candles. Their tiny flames glitter in every corner of the room, on the floor and the wall and from the ceiling. Sumptuous velvet draperies frame charming windows. Their black shades are drawn. In the center, strapped to a cross is a naked young woman, her head covered in a black hood. Her pale skin is rosy in the candlelight, her breasts small and trembling. She looks very soft and yet lean somehow. I don’t like the sight of her; I wanted him and only him tonight. He orders me to stand just behind the cross and I obey. He bids me lift my arms above my head and I immediately comply. He wraps my bare torso in a soft corset lined in velvet. It covers me from my breasts to my belly and it fits me well. He quickly does the lacings, his eyes on his work. As he nears the bottom of the corset, he cups my sex, pressing his fingers into the leather covering me. He pushes the strip to the side easily and slides two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my lip caught between my teeth. He growls in his throat as his other hand goes to my hip.

“How you please me, you naughty, naughty girl,” he pants. Holding his eyes, I reach for his wrist and pull his hand away. His right eyebrow lifts over his startlingly crystalline eye. I raise his hand and take his two wet fingers into my mouth. His eyes widen as my lips close and my tongue flecks around his fingers. He tugs gently, opening my mouth, his eyes are burning coals. I can tell his need for me has reach a pinnacle but he is such a master of his own passion.

“I want you,” I whisper, my eyes burning back. “I want you inside me, now. Please.” He holds my gaze and walks around me. I follow him as he reaches over the cross and removes the hood from the girl. I had almost forgotten she was in the room. With an indulging expression, I look at my master’s latest plaything and freeze. My gaze swivels back to his as he grins at me. He takes my hands and kisses them, his beautiful marble gaze never leaving mine.

“Let’s play first,” he says. “I want you to tease her but don’t make her come until I tell you. If you can make her last, I’ll make you come. All night.” The promises my master makes. I feel the leather panties flood at the idea; all night with nothing but him. He knows me too well. He enjoys watching me with another woman, he knows that I like it and this gift of a fair haired and blue eyed-girl is almost too much. He wants me to enjoy myself as he enjoys watching me. I am caught by the ecstasy of it, pleasing my master who wishes for me to be pleased. I straighten as I gaze at him before turning and entering the ring of candlelight.