Venus Bloom

Vieni, amor mio!

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Wed, 15 Mar 2017 00:17:00 +0000

Kneeling on the chair, bent over with her legs spread wide, she can barely stop herself from crying out in pleasure...

On Point

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Tue, 14 Mar 2017 20:42:00 +0000

Roy Volkmann

The Pianist

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sun, 12 Feb 2017 22:32:00 +0000

Each stroke of the keys sends a vibration through the base of her spine, and up into her womb.

The Watcher

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 00:46:00 +0000

I want u to part your legs wider. Someone is going to join you now, don't stop what you're doing.

I see a face I recognise coming towards me, the cat eyes taxi driver. She's wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and a waistcoat. Her pretty feet click their way over to me in a pair of high heels.

Les Complices

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:19:00 +0000

From a dark recess, sat facing the dark wood panelling Madame spoke, ‘welcome Judge,’ the high-back leather chair swivelled round. ‘I have two very special assistants with me,’ Madame waved a hand in their direction, ‘girls slip off your coats.’

The Ascent

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Fri, 13 Jan 2017 00:24:00 +0000

The heat is searing, no breeze. I step into the foyer and my every pore embraces the cool air.

Caribbean Caress

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Mon, 19 Dec 2016 00:36:00 +0000

The sandy shoreline of St Bart's gains distance as we sail out into the calm azure waters of the Caribbean sea. I stand at the bow, my hands on the rail, and breathe deeply as the soothing breeze whispers about me.

State of No Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Thu, 08 Dec 2016 04:11:00 +0000

'Raise your hands above your head my love,' her voice is assured yet tempered, and her eyes meet his with intensity while she continues to secure the remainder of the rope to a post on the bed.

Swirls

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sun, 27 Nov 2016 00:26:00 +0000

He watches from the bedroom as her robe falls to the marble floor...

A Midsummer's Evening

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Mon, 21 Nov 2016 00:03:00 +0000

The low golden lighting of the Beaufort Bar is seductive, as is my company on this midsummer’s evening. His eyes sparkle mischievously and his laugh captures my heart as we reminisce our days of youth.

Sweet Sticky Thing

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sun, 13 Nov 2016 16:11:00 +0000

The evening sky hangs like a red velvet curtain through the windows of her office on the 42nd floor. She turns off the lights, and the moonrise casts a seductive glow on her golden silhouette.

Masked Ball

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Tue, 01 Nov 2016 00:42:00 +0000

I watch as she works the room, quite an enthralling creature, her posture and gestures, so graceful, but that laugh... pure filth. Her dark eyes veiled by a mask briefly catch mine, a moment of sweet intensity, my curiosity is aroused.

Tokyo Rendezvous

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Wed, 19 Oct 2016 00:02:00 +0000

He boards the Tohoku Shinkansen line at Sendai and proceeds to his reserved seat in GranClass.

He hears her voice before he sees her, then recognises a slender ankle adorned in Louboutins.

Come Slowly

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sun, 09 Oct 2016 01:14:00 +0000

Her heels echo down the corridor as she returns from another room, and his nostrils slightly flare...

picking up the sweet scent of her perfume.

The Dance Of Stradivarius

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sat, 08 Oct 2016 00:12:00 +0000

She plays with abandon, each draw of the bow on the strings of the Stradivarius

creates a melody so exquisite to his ears.

Fast Car

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 23:22:00 +0000

The early morning mist hangs still in the air as the sun gives light to the break of day.

Thirsty

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Fri, 30 Sep 2016 00:12:00 +0000

Her visit is unexpected but always welcome, and as she walks towards him,

she slowly unbuttons her leather coat.

Porcelain

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Tue, 27 Sep 2016 22:29:00 +0000

The leather of the chair feels sticky against his back, a sweet sensation

trickles down his spine as she gently runs her fingers through his hair.

Like A Heartbeat

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Mon, 26 Sep 2016 00:51:00 +0000

When she takes him inside like this time becomes irrelevant.

There is only now, the moment, the movement, the rhythm, her sacred rhythm.

Nikola Tamindzic

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sat, 24 Sep 2016 23:03:00 +0000

FUCKING NEW YORK takes the popular myth — “when you live in New York, you’re in a relationship with New York” — and turns it up to eleven. If your relationship with the city is really that intimate, it asks, then what would sex with the city look like? What would it feel like? How would you fuck New York?

www.nikolatamindzic.com

Love Egg

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Sat, 24 Sep 2016 02:03:00 +0000

The late afternoon sun pours in through the open balcony windows,

casting a warm glow over her naked form.

Her curves are inviting, and he wants to touch every part of her at once,

but today she is salacious in her pursuit of pleasure, and he is a most willing subject.

Bring To Heel

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Thu, 22 Sep 2016 23:39:00 +0000

She offers him a slender heel; kneeling before her he promptly

slips his hand around her ankle and slowly raises her stockinged leg.

The Librarian

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Tue, 20 Sep 2016 01:15:00 +0000

He slides the rolling ladder along the bookshelves to where she stands.

'Step up to the third rung,' he says, in a deep, controlled voice.

Ave Pildas

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Wed, 14 Sep 2016 22:18:00 +0000

Study of Movement

noreply@blogger.com (Venus Bloom) — Mon, 12 Sep 2016 21:11:00 +0000

Study of Movement | Rudolf Koppitz | 1926