‘TWAS THE SPANK BEFORE CHRISTMAS

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Just in time for the Holiday Season – enjoy some Heat with Heart!

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all that was heard were screams of delight with love as the safe word.

The night before Christmas Davis Cathal decides to recreate a scene for his sub, Samantha Merry, based on a deliciously sexy poem she wrote for him as a gift. Inspired by the season of giving, he sets up the perfect scene to reward the love of his life and give her the gift that keeps on coming.

EXCERPT:

‘Twas the night before Christmas and Sir smiled to himself,

feeling very much like the grand, jolly old elf.

His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of his girl,

naughty thoughts invading his mind in a whirl.

 

As a finishing touch, he put a bow on the gift,

Love filled his heart and his spirits did lift,

Hoping she would be as excited as he,

to try out what he’d bought and put under the tree.

 

He smoothed a palm down the length of the bench,

 so impatient to tie up his lusty wench,

and tease her, and please her, ‘til she begged for more,

filling her, using her – oh the ideas he had in store!

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The door to the dungeon opened, and Davis’ body took up the space. Her heart skipped a beat. He’d dressed in a suit, no tie, with the top two buttons undone. She loved that look on him, and her pussy pulsed in agreement.

“What happened, my love?” he asked.

So much for the surprise. Despite her arousal, tears filled her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with heat. Forlorn at ruining his surprise, she sniffed to keep from crying.

Davis crouched in front of her, cupping her cheek in his hand. Then he bent forward and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay. No need to be upset. I’ve got you.”

She leaned into his touch, her sadness fading. A stray tear escaped anyway.

Davis brushed it away with his thumb. “Let me help you gather up these things and then I have something to show you.”

Love for her Dom filled her heart, replacing any lingering sadness. “I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured.

“I know.” He placed another loving kiss to her forehead. “And the poem was beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, her voice sounding small even to her ears. In his presence, her body began to relax after the harrowing drive.

“You’re not going to be a pouty girl, now are you?” he teased.

A smile lifted one corner of her mouth, and she gestured with one hand. “I don’t mean to be. It’s just the crowds, then the snowstorm made me a bit on edge on the drive home, then I trip and spill all of my stuff once I get here…ugh. You weren’t supposed to see any of this yet, not until I wrapped it.” Despite her best efforts, her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Davis leaned in and nipped her lip. “You’re cute when you pout.” He stood and loomed over her. “All right, Sammie-girl—take off your coat, get it all together, and I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” And with that he disappeared into the dungeon.

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Davis slipped off her panties, and used the cuffs he’d set on the table to attach her ankles to the back legs of the horse. Then he cuffed her wrists tight to the front post. Running a hand over her back, he could feel every muscle in her body relax. He loved to feel her reaching for that space inside of herself, and he felt blessed to be the one she trusted to bring her there.

An idea struck him, and he hurried over to the dresser and pulled a ball gag out of one of the drawers. Her eyes widened in delight when he brought it over and stuck it in her mouth, securing it around her head. He wiped a bit of saliva that had already pooled at the corner of her mouth.

He reached over to the table, picked up the flogger, and waved it in front of her face. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he brushed the strands over her face.

Davis trailed the leather strands over her spine as he walked around her to the back of the horse. Her wet cunt glistened in the lights from the Christmas tree. I love how wet she gets from even the thought of a good flogging.

In a teasing manner, he brushed the flogger over her ass cheeks, lightly tapping them against her skin. Samantha moaned louder.

He raised the flogger up into the air. As he brought it down onto her flesh, he said, “Merry Christmas, my girl. Tomorrow you’ll be sore.”

Curl Up Inside a Cuddle

Curl up inside a cuddle
when your mind is in a muddle,
Coccoon yourself in Divine Love
when you need a break sort of,
Sit in a pocket of time
hear the words of this inner rhyme,
slow or fast, or not at all,
it’s an illusion, so just stall –
as the mind breaks free from its prison,
a kaleidoscope of colors dance in its prism,
STOP
FEEL
Live inside the warm embrace
breath of life, face to face,
Hearts beating in Divine rhythm
such a small scale, do you fathom?
The depth of connection to Mother Earth
and inside ourselves the rebirth,
Inside our souls, its own universe
awakening us to our divine purpose,
Numbers, symbols, visions clash,
dancing, swirling, making a mad dash,
to escape, take form, grow, manifest,
take heed of the intention behind your request,
PAUSE
FEEL
LOVE
When your mind is in a muddle,
curl up inside a cuddle,
where the illusion of time disappears
and your true Self reappears,
A bubble separate from time and space,
Accept shelter inside the warm embrace.
~Kellie Kamryn
(c)2016

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The Art of Movement

 

THE ART OF MOVEMENT

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Here is where I create my art

Building structure from inside my Heart

The canvas – my gym

Equipment – my medium

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The Art of Movement is my task

Students moving their bodies is what I ask

Each day is something new

Building on to the last thing that we do

 

Week after week it changes and we grow

Over time the progressions do show

Where we began, to what we intend

No beginning, a circle with no end

 

Moving, growing, sharing each day

Awareness through movement, structure and play

Mindful, attentive, patient, and kind

Building strong bodies, hearts, and minds

 

The canvas – my gym

The equipment – my medium

Here is where I create my art

Creating structure straight from the Heart.

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(c) Kellie Kamryn 2016

Emergence of Self

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Emergence of Self

Step out of the Shadows and into the Light,

Shine with your Inner Wisdom with all of your might,

Spreading your wings, prepare to take flight;

Deep breath in, and shed the Dark Night,

Only you have the Power to heal your Soul,

Piece by piece until once more you are whole,

A Being of Light let no person cast asunder,

Awaken within and no more shall you slumber,

Rise up to new heights as the Phoenix does fly,

Up from the ashes and believe no more lies,

Inside of yourself you will find only Love,

Truth sets you free and Hope raises you above,

Reproach, berated, and unkind words

Open your eyes and a new Presence to be heard,

Step out of hiding your Self does urge,

Allowing pureness to grow, Love and Light to emerge.

~Kellie Kamryn, copyright December 10, 2015

 

One Voice

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One Voice

in a sea of millions,

lost

drowning

cut off from their Light,

air squeezed from its lungs,

darkness descends

At first, not aware of what’s happening

it feels bliss to be lost,

anonymous, running free

then

it can no longer breathe

panic ensues

suffering ravages

grasping as the last vestiges of Light are squeezed from its soul….

Hands reach out,

eager faces nod encouragement

Unconditional Love overwhelms, and it struggles to break free

yet the hands hold fast, welcoming

calmness pervades…

Loves chases away the darkness, fills the void

Blind, it slowly climbs through the murk,

unused now to being Heard,

gravelly tones emerge as it surfaces

For one Voice in a sea of millions is too many to be lost

(c)Kellie Kamryn, 2014

White Knight

One day she stared into the mirror and said,

“There’s a hole in me I want someone to fill.

I am lonely and don’t want to be alone.

I want someone to give me everything I need!

I want to be rescued!”

As the echo of her cry died down,

the face in the mirror stared back at her for a moment;

a pregnant pause,

and then —

“I will be your white knight,

I will rescue you and we can ride off into the sunset.”

Skeptical, her brow furrowed, taken aback at the offer

so easily proffered.

The reflection continued,

“I promise to love you when no one else does,

I will fill the holes and cracks in your soul,

and teach you that being alone

doesn’t mean you ever have to be lonely.

What do you say?”

A blink, tears fall

a slow nod of her head to show her acceptance…

The face in the mirror smiled,

reached out a hand,

then placed it over her heart.

“Then let’s begin.”

(c)Kellie Kamryn, 2014

Hold Me

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Hold me…

Just for a little while…

Embrace me

while I shatter, pieces scattering;

Let me cling to you

as I stumble through the wreckage,

Stand by my side

while I sift through the remains,

Hold my hand

as I create new structure,

Let go

when my strength returns;

But for now…

please

just hold me for a little while…

*Written for a dear friend who was there for me at a tough time in my life, who believed I could heal and get through it. Mere words will never be able to express my gratitude, yet I tried…

(c)Kellie Kamryn, 2014

Under the Covers

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I slide under the covers at night

snuggle into the pillow, close my eyes and

You

are there behind me

body pressed to mine

one hand sweeps over the curve of my hip

dips into the valley of my waist

skims up the slope of my ribcage

and stops at

the swell of my breasts

one thumb strokes my nipple…

The hair on your chest

an erotic contrast to the soft skin of my back

your breath hot on my neck

tickles

I shiver and sigh

sinking deeper into your embrace and sleep

Kellie Kamryn, Copyright 2014

Pieces

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Old patterns and emotions shatter

scattered pieces

reflect back fragments of self

no order

chaos

confusion

darkness envelopes…

Dawn’s rays bounce off the glass

a new puzzle emerges

solvable

I sift through the wreckage

creating new structure

a masterpiece in the making

One Breath

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Dust

dances in the sunbeam

tiny worlds that are part of this one

and yet their own

traveling through space on their own path

swirling in an endless stream

through the light

With

one breath

their course is altered

chaos, mayhem, confusion until

two collide

creating a new world together

continuing on in their journey

through the light

Kellie Kamryn, Copyright 2013