( give it a few seconds )
The beauty is in rhythm of the movements. The flow of two bodies dancing as one. Every step, every action, a reaction. Isn’t that what we do?
Is that not the dance between a Dominant, and his submissive
The D/s Tango ... A Dance of Submission
They enter as one
He ... extends his hand, waiting for her acceptance
She ... curtsies, her demure gaze beckoning him like a siren's song
He ... gazes at her with unnerved thoroughness
The dancehall is like no other
No pictures adorn the walls
Her body, the only canvas he will need tonight
Colored solely by the lash of his whip
One lash...two lash....back lash...pause
Back arched, she absorbs the feel of him
One step...two step...back step...pause
Red stripes sink into a lily white canvas
Three lash...four lash...front lash...pause
Soft whimpers echoing through the hall
Parallel foot... cross foot...double time
The aching tension between them builds
Brazen hands breach her every defence
With the onslaught of raw physical desire
Legs spread open
He ... presses her back and takes his fill
Shuddering with desire
She ... relentlessly, moves her hips against his
Their bodies collide
Deep into the vortex of heady sensations
Radiating in each others heat
Soaked with Sin and temptation
The music stops....until the next dance begins
~WW
