Cobalt Blue and The Voice

This song ran through my veins…

Do I move you, are you willin’

Do I groove you, is it thrillin’

Do I soothe you, tell the truth now

Do I move you, are you loose now

The answer better be (Yes, yes)

It pleases me

Are you ready for this action

Does it give you satisfaction

Are you hip to what I’m sayin’

If you are then let’s start swayin’

The answer better be (Yes, yes)

It pleases me

When I touch you do you quiver

From your head down to your liver

If you like it let me know it

Don’t be psychic or you’ll blow it

The answer better be (Yes, yes)

It pleases me


Let’s try…

Let’s Try Using Sexy Words Like Capable, Purposeful, Gentlemanly And Truthful

Ok, in reality they are not sexy sounding words like maybe fucking or licking or moaning or cunt are. But they are sexy traits and I’m extremely attracted to them….

Being capable

Him….the man that can. I’m not an expert on any of this except to say that it’s so unbelievably hot when the man in your life just gets stuff done.

I’ll quietly watch him being capable in whatever he applies himself to because I know the effect it will have on my heart, not to mention the permanent backflips in my pussy.

The man that can does not render me useless but instead allows me to wallow in my femininity and that does something wonderful to a submissive woman

Being purposeful

I find that the man who speaks, walks, engages, feels, loves and fucks with purpose is utterly irresistible. In order to conduct himself with such purpose, it’s probable that he has made mistakes, certainly had his heart broken and surely hurt someone too.

To be purposeful is part of getting older and gaining experience of life, I do so love the man who walks himself back to the strong and in control sexy creature he is today

Being gentlemanly

Everything about chivalry is an enormous turn on for me, I will melt for a man when he treats me like a lady which actually fills me with a desire to become his dirty whore.

It’s this kind of gentleman that I want to fuck. Place your hand on the small of back and guide me where we’re going, I’ll thank you for it sweetly whilst on my knees

Being truthful

For me, this is a necessity for a relationship to be successful. Let’s start as we mean to go on by being truthful with one another, even if sometimes it’s hard to hear.

On the other hand, do you know how attractive it is when the man standing in front of you tells you how beautiful and sexy you are….and means it.

He’s not saying it to fuck you and move on

He’s saying it to fuck you and stay for more

Oh yes, a truthful man fills me with happiness and a divine warmth between my thighs



I dream of Your


to possess me

to hold me

to show me

Your world

I feel Your


to enlighten me

to cherish me

to reign over

Your inception

I hear Your


to entice me

to sharpen me

to whip me up

Your heights

I taste Your


to awaken me

to discipline me

to instill me

Your spirit

I spring into Your


to be adored

to be freed

forever and ever

Your owned


(The Inner Spirit Of Bonsai by John Rivera)


I quietly feign

He owns me


My grace

The body

My short red hair

And flaring temper

My throaty laughter

And swaying hips

The sparkle

My cries


I quietly feign

He owns me


He won’t

Wrap His hand

Around my neck,

But for a moment

I’m breathless, flying

In paradise

(Inspired by

I Don’t Want You

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close to his wide chest. Warm air breathed in her nape. She melted in his embrace, aroused and aching for his touch. It was in his arms that she forgot the world, the freezing fear and the darkness of loneliness. She felt whole in his tight hold.

“Look around you, kitten. All these women and men came here tonight to celebrate your success. Your first exhibition. Your coming out of the cocoon.”  While pouring these words in her ear, his hands roamed freely on her body. She belonged to him. This body was his to enjoy in any way in any place he desired. And she was ecstatic about it. Tonight would have not been if it weren’t for his relentlessly pushing her beyond the limits. And they did it.

“Do not move! Do not make any sound!”, his low growl scratching the skin behind her ear. Suddenly the air became so thin and the heavy silk of her night gown evaporated in the heat of her lust. She has been trained well to yield completely to his desire and to absorb all his pleasure as her own. Immovable and silent, a statue of marble, molten lava in his hands, she felt his lips drawing a line of fire down her neck. The stifled moan almost choked her.

He pulled her in the corner of the reception hall, close to an overgrown bush, intimately cloaked in the shadow. She stood there. Still. Breathing slowly, quieting her mind. The world around them started to fade away in a blur and a buzz. It was just them, his heat and desire, his hands caressing her taut body, his lips trailing on the naked skin on her neck and shoulder. The teeth sank deep, sharp pain shooting through her arm.

No sound. No move. A marble for his pleasure.

The dress, his design, was meant to cover and expose her in the same time, always available to his lust, anywhere and at anytime. With one hand possessively clenched over her left breast, he parted the back folds of the dress and caressed her buttocks, grazing the skin, still so sensitive after the afternoon delicious spanking.

“Oh, dear, the photographs are amazing. We are so delighted to have been part of this event.”, broke the voice of one of the guests, who approached them. She gracefully shook hands with the couple, thanking them for attending the exhibition. He hold her tight with his left hand viciously clawing her ass cheek, while shaking hands with the guests and exchanging pleasantries in his most charming voice.

By the time they were alone again, she was flushed and drenched. She feared that the musk of her arousal have been smelled by the passersby. His right hand slithered under the dress, gripping the nipple and twisting it. Other fingers found their way inside her dripping pussy, the swollen lips sucking them greedily. “You want to cum, my little slut, don’t you? Oh, yes, you are going to give me all of it, all this hunger, all this fire, all of you!”

Erect like the temple’s column, she stood there engulfed in the flames of her betraying body, steeling herself to remain still and swallowing the moans, the grunts and the all mighty waling that built up in the pit of her sinful flesh. “Tonight you are to watch me pleased by that silver gorgeous thing waiting for my command, as I have watched you caressed by all these lustful art collectors, hungry for your flesh and blood!”

His words carved deep into her conscious, awakening her. Still silent but frozen in her anguish, she gasped for air. “I do not want you anymore, kitten!”

Was it a second or an hour that she stood there in the dark? Blinded by the fiery pain that suddenly ripped through her, she waited for his chuckle to deny the words that she thought she’ve heard. Oh, but all they were truth, she thought, when she saw him gently touching the elbow of the silver girl and pulling her towards a group of guests.

When finally she made the first step she expected to hear the sound of shattered crystals screaming her pain, for the world to know. But it was just the soothing swish of the silk draping her curves. The night was young and the party was to start in the private apartment hired for the night. She was the hostess. She was the queen of the night. And all the guests were to be treated royally.

Minutes turned into hours, the whole place ravaged by debauchery. They all relished in the carnal pleasures, a display of grace and obedience, of greed and cruelty, of sheer abandon. All little snacks and fruits devoured, the sparkling wine and cooling lemonade drank, the wee hours of morning unveiling spent bodies scattered in the apartment.

She sat in the corner, by the bar, sipping from a glass of red wine. One of the boys approached her and asked permission to massage her feet. She needed that and she indulged. The boy kneeled at the feet and gently removed her shoes. Then he worked his magic reviving her abused feet. She has been standing and walking for hours and hours, ensuring that everything would be nothing but perfect.

At first light of the day, she called the servants and gave them the instructions, called the limousine company to drive the guests to their homes. Before she left, she looked for him and found him asleep sitting in a high seat by the window. The face she adored was pale and drawn, a deep crease etched between his eyebrows. She took a blanket from the wardrobe and covered him, looked at him one last time, turned around and walked away without looking back.

She closed the door behind herself not knowing that he never touched the silver girl, not knowing that all this was the final test…


“I’m in generous mood tonight and as my best friend is in need, I decided to share you, kitten. He’s throwing a party and needs as much support as he can get. He already knows your limits, and mine as well. Serve him as well as you serve me!”

Your words were like ice needles, fear and excitement mixed together. I knew your friend. He loved lavish parties, with lot of displayed subs, lots of ropes and human furniture. During his parties there was no sex but everything was so sensually hot that induced a sexual hunger beyond reason.
That’s why his parties were only 5 hours top.

You dropped me at the entrance and left.

A young man opened the door and guided me in the servants quarters. I was to serve afterall…After a shower and thorough inspection, I’ve been wrapped in a golden tight fitting overall. I was entirely covered and yet so naked. My nipples were hard and rubbing the fabric. The crotch cut my pussy lips.

Taken in a large walk-in wardrobe, the boy set me in the corner, between a tabletop lamp and a drawers chest. “Turn around, girl!”. He twisted my arms then I felt silky rub over my forearms lying across the middle of my back.


I heard voices, a mixture of male and female sounds in a light flirtatious harmony. A warm breath tickled the side of my neck and a deep voice praised the beauty of silky adornments on my forearms. Ties. He pulled one in a slow rub, sending shivers down my spine. I drew a raspy mouthful of air. I was not to move.
The conversation carried on while others approached and grabbed ties. Their touches were ever light, teasing the hell out of me. I closed my eyes and all of it increased thousands folds. Oh, boy, the night is young…


In the livingroom I peeked the sight of a gorgeous woman comfortably sitting on the soft curves of another. Not far from which I was set up on a coffee table, brightly lit and next to a wall decoration admired by a fully clothed man.





When you came to pick me up all my skin was tingling, the lust staining the golden strips, a nipple freed and begging for attention. The host invited you to have some fruits deliciously carried by another slave girl.


It reminded me the evenings when you worked from home.



The drive was silent. With your free hand you pinched and twisted a nipple or fingered my wet cunt. Torturing caresses as I was not allowed to cum.

At home you ordered me to strip and attach myself to the column’s hook. I knew what was coming…your wrath, cleansing, grounding.
Stripe next stripe, your whip draw your magic on my back, from neck to the back of my knees.
With a gruff voice, you asked for my front side. I turned around, hold the hook and thrusted my breasts towards you. The fire engulfed me.
I wanted you. I begged for you. I cried your name, enchanted name
“Do you want to cum, slut?”
Between tears, I said yes, please, fuck me, let me cum

You had different mind though…you were not done with me

When you untied me from the column, I collapsed at your feet. With fingers entangled in my hair, you pulled me to your chair and ordered me to masturbate while watching you touching yourself. I ached for your cock. I was drooling for your cock. I begged you to fuck me.

“If I cum before you, no orgasm for you for long!”

Feverish fingers rubbing the sensitive skin. Orgasm far away. The order to cum chased it away and no threat would bring it back. I grew anxious. Your cock stood proudly in your hand and I could not cum.

You bent slightly, took my nipple in between your fingers and pinched and pulled and twisted it as if it was the finest cubanese cigar. That invisible wire between the buds fired my cunt and wetness sounds filled the air.

The milky arch of your essence painted my breasts in the same moment the blast of my orgasm hit hard, arching my body.

I bowed to your feet before falling asleep curled around them…

poly-hypocrisy or monogamous poly-cheating?

I was charmed by his wit and his promise of honesty and openness.

Oh, finally a man of honour, I said to myself. A man who is honest about his insatiable appetite for women, his indiscriminate admiration and hunger for beauties of all shapes and sizes and colors of sensuality and sexuality. I was pulled into his bright light like a butterfly towards the candle’s flame, I was pulled in the circle of the butterflies dancing around his flame.
Oh, yes, finally a man of honour…! A man proud of his choices. Proud of his women. Proud with his women.

For being his, I have abode to his demand of my being his only, despite my own insatiable appetite for other beauties and sensual forms and shapes.
But I was promised to live my dream
A dream come true. Unleashed lust. An universe of fiery possibilities.
No hiding. No assumptions. No fear of skeletons in the closet.

I bowed to him, after long deliberations, proud of being part of his pride. I walked tall, being chosen to be part of his pride. I looked forward to know my sisters. I looked forward to be shown to my sisters, as precious as all of them.


What a marvelous fantasy! And what is kink other than a fairytale?!

The world outside does not exist if I do not consent to it. What a beautiful illusion!

If I do not know about his other women, in my eyes, in my mind we are monogamous to each other. He is exclusively my man. I am exclusively his woman.

​A ​too-good-to-be-true blop…
When it burst in millions of shrapnels, broke me into shreds.

His acceptance of secrecy tainted the very foundation of his pride: Honesty
He resigned from his principles.

…and he created the treacherous bubble of monogamy within a poly-relationship.