Roses are red
We prefer the term slut
Heidi, you already know this
Since you like the same smut.
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So this Christmas season
We'll forgo the mince-pies
Enjoying a different treat
To lift our slut-cries to the sky.
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We can be bound together
And endure the cane as one
But this I swear, you'll break before me
And your cunt I would have won.
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Love you Heidi xoxo
Roses are red.
The pianist plays,
Delicate fingers dance,
Drawing my gaze.
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Such a beautiful melody,
Ringing out clear;
Harmonized perfectly,
The performance of the year.
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But what if there was a better way?
To make music so sweet,
Or different keys,
Those fingers could greet.
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Along my trembling thighs?
Perhaps, that would be best,
To tune my lustful strings,
With the bass played on my breasts.
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I'm sure if we persist,
A classic we'd make.
And while I may whimper,
Please take not a break.
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Until those delicate fingers,
Are as wet and sticky as me.
With orgasm complete,
Our melody can be free.
He asked to be locked in there like a little perv 😜 and you can't prove that's a lie
Introduce the title of your story: The Hotel of Blindfolds and Cuffs
Genre/Category: BDSM
Provide the link: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/bdsm/the-hotel-of-blindfolds-and-cuffs
What first inspired you to write this particular story?
To begin with, the story was based on the 'self-bondage gone wrong' cliché in a hotel room. Where someone ties themselves up just a little too well and is found by a stranger. However, due to the implications of such a setup, I was a little uncomfortable writing it, both due to its cliché nature as well as the dubious consent. Even though it would be heavily implied, if not outright stated that consent was given, I simply didn't want to write that story.
I did, however, want to write about a character bound in a hotel room being teased by a mystery person, and slowly the story turned from a 'self-bondage gone wrong' story into a service secretly offered. With that, The Nine Hills Hotel was born.
How did you come up with these characters?
As with most of my stories, the characters are based slightly on people I know with a healthy dose of fantasy. Leah was my best friend for many years, and she was always the kindest person you'd ever meet. A little bit reserved and innocent. But would she be the same if she was in a different city where no one knew her?
The Nine Hills Hotel—if we want to consider it a character—came into being after looking for the name of the hotel. After brainstorming a bunch, I came up with 'the three hills' and liked how 'hills' sounded a little like 'hell'. So I leaned into this idea some more and looked into Dante's Inferno and came across the line “the path to paradise begins in hell," which I thought fitted the story quite well with all the teasing before the eventual release/heave.
How does it differ from some of your other stories?
This is the first story that I've written with a mystery element to it. While it is a secondary concern to the rest of the story, I did like having it in there. If I were to rewrite the story, I would likely lean into this aspect more than I did.
What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?
Other than wrestling with my atrocious grammar?
I always find it difficult to resist the urge to add more to the story. A part of me wanted to continue to write and explore the aftermath of Leah's visit to the hotel. The main reason I didn't do this, however, is because I remember making that mistake with the first story that I published, and when I look back at that one, the ending seems to needlessly drag out. Hopefully with this story that won't be the case.
Anything else you want to tell us about it?
Simply put, I hope you enjoy the story. I've got a few more ideas bouncing around in my head, and there is currently another story submitted, which if you enjoy this one, I hope you will enjoy the upcoming one. Stay safe everyone and have a wonderful week.
Roses are red,
Pleasure abound,
Beneath that pile,
Of cute bums, oh so round.
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A night for the ages,
Surely it would be,
Let's lock the door,
And throw away the key.
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No one may leave,
'Til all sanity be lost,
Amidst orgasm and pain,
Our innocence, the cost.
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Your tongue shall lash,
My fingernails shall rake,
The first to cum,
Be spanked 'til daybreak.
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A whip, a hook,
Maybe even a cross,
Such delectable delights,
But who'll be the boss?
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Perhaps an audition,
Is what we shall need?
To see who will grovel,
And whose law be decreed?
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This much I know,
A noise complaint,
We'll receive, as we scream,
Fuck it! To our pointless restraint.
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P.S. Dibs on being at the bottom of the pile. 😜
Roses are red
Heidi's becoming a nun
Simply for the naughty spanks
And her red ass to be done
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Lynn is showing off
With tongue and words alike
Teaching us how it's done
For our lust, she does spike
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Rob claims he'll put up a fight
But the immutable price has been set
For another orgy-filled night
You may be our little caged pet
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There are others I've yet to meet
Laced with sexiness you clearly are
You need only utter the command
And I'd happily be bound to the bar
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So fret not if you hear
A little rustling beneath my sheet
I'm simply getting comfy
And my innocence is no deceit
Roses are red
The night is still young
We meet on the dance floor
Along your neck belongs my tongue
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A filthy suggestion
whispered just to you
Then a rush to the toilets
All alone out of view
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We'll need to be quiet
And hide our moans
Our fingers slip in
Finding the right zones
Roses are red,
Bruise are blue,
'Specially from a cane,
My reward to accrue.
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For while some may want,
Chocolates, wine or flowers,
There are far better ways,
To get me for hours.
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Because in my heart,
The only thing I need,
Is to kneel and obey,
To expose my lustful greed.
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So if you should find,
Me blushing and shy,
Pull me over your lap,
And leave lines across my thigh.
Top, preferably while bound and told what to do.
Driving a car or a motorbike?
Roses are red,
Watered and pruned,
With a finger or two,
'Til my song is blissfully attuned.
Roses are red,
For you Rob,
A present I have,
That'll make you throb.
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For that fork you hold,
Seems so alone,
Surely a cage,
Would draw a soft moan.
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So you can join us,
In depravity's bliss,
Amidst the orgy,
With nothing to miss.
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Perhaps if you're lucky,
The cage be unlocked,
Unless we lose the key,
And your desires be blocked.
P.S. I promise to try my best not to sneak a cage on ya 😋
He kept blocking the flogger from hitting my ass... so rude :P
roses are red,
my pitchfork is sharpened,
how dare you suggest that,
and think you'll be pardoned.
😜
Caution: Already thinking about how you'd look tied up in rope.
2nd Caution: Will probably then get jealous and steal the rope.
Roses are red,
The night is still young.
So let's get together,
To explore desires unsung.
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A bottle of wine to drink,
Another one to spin.
Our tongues interlinked,
As we revel in our sin.
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We'll go 'til sunrise,
No sleeping for you.
Lest you wake to nothing,
But my pussy in view.
yeah, but you usually have to really go out of your way to get blocked.
Have you ever edged/had sex etc from when you woke up to when you went to sleep?
Yes pretty much whenever any attempt made at dirty talking, laughter will follow.
Have you ever dreamt about your best friend and avoided them for a week or two because you couldn't get it out of your head?
Roses are red
So are my cheeks
When I've thought
Of you these weeks
.
So lets set a date
With ice cream for two
No need for bowls
As long as there is you
.
Lay down on the table
My tongue to explore
Let's hope the ice cream
Falls to where I long for
.
Hungry lust sated
I'll turn over for you
Another scoop of ice cream
And my orgasm to ensue
Yes, clothes can sometimes enhance the feelings, depending on if you feel sexier with them on or off.
Have you ever been part of a cuckold relationship?
No, I didn't feel guilty...
Have you ever gone streaking?
Roses are red
You've convinced me to stay
With the promise of sixty nine
So, betwixt your legs, I'll happily lick away
.
And if there should be
More than one who shows
Oh, lucky me! Form a nice long queue
Though discard those pointless clothes
.
there's always time
for one more go
so let's moan together
enjoying the afterglow
.
But this secret I hold
That if Heidi I should find
Bound, gagged and edged you'd be
Till you lose your sweet, filthy mind
Yep both my collarbones. One when I was a kid and the other a few years back.
Have you ever watched the stars with your s/o?
