I have used my mouth and hands on your body, and that is all, and you are sore and bruised and hurt and scared and I love the way you look at me through hooded eyes, exposed and open and wanting.
“Are you ok, baby?”, I will ask you a million times before this is over.
“I am ok Ma’am, I promise”.… Continue Reading
I am sandpapered and roughened, I can’t get close enough to consume you, my skin is raw from trying to swallow you. I make you bring your mouth to me like an offering, I spread myself over you like I will melt into you if I push hard enough, I suck your lips into my mouth and close my teeth on them, I taste your blood and push my tongue against that openness, I turn … Continue Reading
This is the final, with my signature also, which makes you my property, my cock, my balls, my arse, my nipples, my mouth, my tongue, my lips, my beautiful eyes, my body, my imagination, my heart, my breath, my skin, my mind, all of which makes me want to take it apart piece by fucking piece to examine it, taste it, lick it, sink my teeth in and bite it, slap it, cut it to … Continue Reading
“…I wonder if you’re gonna wait for me or if you’re gonna find a new boy to spoon, I wish that I could see you soon…”
“How long ’til you can see her?
And I’m like – the sooner the better
Do you really think she will wait for you?
And I’m like there’s no way to say and there’s nothing I can do…”
I will wait for you baby, and I will see you … Continue Reading
You lower your voice, it slows right down like treacle, you hesitate and make soft inarticulate sounds into the silence, swallowing, licking your lips, trying to find a way to form the thoughts into words that will somehow make it less difficult. I know you are embarrassed, I know this is hard for you.
I wait.
You tell me in snippets, I listen as you struggle with the sentences, broken and disjointed, they are reluctant … Continue Reading
She is angry, hurt, she is beyond feeling like talking about it, beyond feeling like punishing him and into the space where she doubts he can do this, doubts that he is capable of delivering what she needs, doubts that he can make her happy. And she adores him, she hates feeling like this.
This is not the first time… The first time, she explained patiently how it felt for her to put pieces of … Continue Reading
I have been thinking about this afternoon since I left you, scooting home with you in my mind, still incredibly wet, with snippets whipping around my head, I can’t even grasp them or make sense of any of them, they just whirl around like a porn reel and I wish I could record and keep it all to replay you again in pain with a knife against your cock (your cock, that belongs to me, … Continue Reading