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Lick me
They had been out at his work function, she in her normal jeans and long sleeved t-shirt, some little make up for the occasion and a glossy-lipped mouth. Killer heels her indulgence, making her the 6’3 blonde. She had watched him with his colleagues, nodding pleasant hellos, exchanging glances with him, keeping track of his whereabouts when she left his side, chatting absently with strangers. Afterwards, they held hands, ran through the rain (like every … Continue Reading
Slaps
He was endorphined, wrists cuffed and tied to the bed, his eyes open, but not focussed, though they were directed at her. She touched the places that she had hurt, played with them gently, they were hugely tender and each touch brought forth a moan, his body jerking away from her even though she knew he wanted more.
She looked into his unseeing eyes and delivered a slap to his cheek. His face flew to … Continue Reading
More?
He is still tied down, glazed, high and head-spun… I bring the glass to his lips and tip the water into his mouth, his throat undulating as he swallows.
“Do you want some more?” I whisper.
He looks up at me, all trust and soul and broken beauty.
He nods. “Yes Ma’am.”
I take a sip and lean down to him, touch my lips to his. He reaches up to kiss me, I open my … Continue Reading
Blather
I want to just blather on to you (manic, am I manic, am I am I? you talking to me?* did you fuck my wife?!*) about last night and how amazing you were, and brave (which you always are) and baby, I am so proud of you and you are so beautiful, always, but especially when you do the difficult things, when you struggle, when you are my little bitch, when you … Continue Reading
Pornographic statue
I want to keep you there forever, there on the floor like a piece of art… face to the ground, my panties in your mouth, my stockings over your face, you are made into a voiceless, faceless thing. Needles through your nipples, your arse in the air, cut and bleeding, inviting attention, blood dripping down your chest, your legs. You make throaty inarticulate grunting sounds into the gag each time I pay you any attention, … Continue Reading
Sweetness
What I want with you is sweetness, throat aching softness, heart melting tenderness.
Skin-to-skin, warm against me (you are always warm), as much of you as I can get pressed to me, legs wrapped up together between and over, shifting to get more contact, to get closer, your arms around me, your fingers stroking my skin, I’m pulling you to me, petting your neck, your hair, holding your face to me, licking at your mouth, … Continue Reading