Ebony and carnal desires

He was marched into the large palace, where pillars loomed into majestic view in their finest marbling and gold shimmer.

And there she was, perched on her divine throne, with two lions side by side. The carpet woven with gold seemed to stretch on endlessly as he made his way right in front of her, where he stood, clearly besotted with her heavenly beauty.

“Are you not going to kneel, before me?” She spoke, the words played like music on a well tuned harp. Her eyes were so beguiling, they sparkled like glowing amber. Her hair was slightly tousled, and perfectly ebony. Her skin was pale as the first snow, so fair that she glistened.

Her gown was a mere white silken cloth, fashioned into a dress held together by a braid. The scarce fabric revealed her ample bosom, which was still taut and ripe despite having no support beneath it.

The cleavage split beautifully like a carved divergent; a smirk snaked across her face as she caught him feasting on the sight before him.

Moments later, the words finally got registered in his brain. He bowed his head in embarrassment from having such a vulgar stare. The guards retreated as he dropped his knees to the sacred ground, right before her.

His head was still hung low.

“What is your name, mortal?” She stared down, clearly amused by his guilt of unintentional contempt, instead of taking offence.

“I… I am Edgar, your highness.” He spoke softly with a slight tremble in between.

“You can call me Vera.”

Edgar looked up slowly, as though afraid he was unable to handle the sight before him. The goddess stood up, drapes falling gracefully into place, shielding her modesty.

She reached out her left hand, waiting for him to offer his palm. Edgar rushed up the pedestal and helped her down the steps.

“Do you know why you are here, Edgar?” The goddess’s tiny hand rested on his outstretched one. He was trembling subtly, as though afraid with any greater force, his burly movements may shatter her like porcelain.

He shook his head in reply. heart thudding brutally against his chest.

Vera smiled, a smile so enchanting that even the grim reaper will drop his scythe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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50 shades of amber? :O

Actually, why do people still watch 50 shades when they can’t stop complaining that “Mr Grey’s actions damn gross sia!!! DAMN SADISTIC SIA!!! DAMN ERXIN SIA!!!”

And why can’t you stop criticizing about how the chosen lead actor don’t fit “Mr Grey in the book”? When you read, your mind conjures up images and faces. It’s pretty hard to imagine someone or a place that you have never seen before. I always liked to believe the theory that everything you dream about is something/someplace/someone that you have encountered before in your consciousness. Even if it’s just a glimpse of that particular guy whilst you are walking down the street, even if you only saw the scenery on the book before someone flips the page, even if it’s an object that you have overlooked on someone’s table.

Your idea of Mr Grey is probably a combination of (insert preferred hot celebrity) + particular features of someone that you really like (like, ian somerhalder’s eyes) + bearing the closeness of someone you like (your boyfriend or someone that you like).

I haven’t read the entire series of the books. But I have read many novels and watched the movies following which. And in all honesty… I think Our movie’s Mr Grey did quite a fine job there. Dakota did astoundingly well… Good submissive vibes. And their chemistry is overwhelming.

Many people ask me why 1) I don’t read the book since I enjoy erotic novels 2) Why did i not continue the novel I was working on. In case you guys don’t know, its here: http://www.part-timelovers.blogspot.com (start from the prologue)

The reason being that 1) my story consists of dominatrix although not to Mr Grey’s extent. I don’t wish to end up losing my originality and deviate from my intended ideas because I’d like to believe 50 shades is an absolutely good read. 2) My ex was a dominatrix and somehow for the past few months it still hurt for me to even try to think about it. No… not because he whipped me 6 times. Just emotional issues which ironically were irrelevant to him that I have already solved.

However the good news is that I have decided to continue writing now 😀 follow me here on voirvaleisky.com ~ and I will post the updates here. I don’t advertise about my novel elsewhere.

In case some of you have the holy christian mindset, dominatrix is nothing crazy depending on both parties. Pain and pleasure are interrelated, both having induction of the same hormone. Pain… is pleasure. This is what I told M, take a deep breath, let the pain wash over you. Your body grows accustomed to it, and harmonizes with the beauty that follows. (But of course we were talking about braces and not getting dickslapped by some belt.)

I actually enjoyed being the submissive when I was with my ex. No… he didn’t whip me till I bleed or anything. There are many levels and types of things that a dominant may want to do to you / with you. Don’t let Mr Grey’s playroom scare you.

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From my recent shoot.

The photographer said he saw the lingerie online and immediately decided that I would like it. Sure as hell I did 🙂

Anyway, I will be heading to KL for a short vacation this weekend. Will be back with more updates. And hopefully get started on chapter 14 of PTL. 😀

Yes, I need to look at a photo of ayam goreng before I go, and fantasize about it entirely for the remaining 1 day I have left in Singapore.

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And I just realized that Malaysian boys like to eat fries. Is it a Malaysian thing or what???

Chauuuu.