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
First Meeting Part II
Continued from here: First Meeting
“I was scared to death to be suddenly naked in your apartment, yes, scared to be starting, scared that you are so pretty, scared that I might fail you or not be what you want. And I will be scared again and again probably Ma’am when I am with you.”
I have him stand in the centre of the room, hands clasped behind his head. I walk around him touching … Continue Reading
LBD
He had only ever seen her in jeans, or out of jeans… casual either way. Tonight she wore a little black dress, low at the front, much lower at the back, fitted to her curves, with a flirty little skirt that swung as she walked. She had put on some make up, thigh high stockings, and she couldn’t quite decide… fuck-me boots, or stiletto sandals…
She met him at the door, wearing one of each, … Continue Reading
Stroking
We are curled together, my back to his stomach, it is warm and quiet, and maybe he thinks I am asleep. He strokes the side of my body, almost absently, but I know it is not without thought and I know there is a slight fear that I might stop him, that he might not be allowed this unbidden touching.
His touch is not tentative or hesitant, starting at the side of my breast, he … Continue Reading
Rain hell
I want to rain hell down on you in a massive attack, a slaughter, a bloodbath, so come here, get your clothes off and get on your knees.… Continue Reading