I want to tether you by the bed and make you wait for me, I want to cuff and collar you and make you crawl after me when I call you, I want to make you lick me while I completely ignore you, I want to see how many times I can slap you before you can’t come back to me anymore, I want to kiss you in a movie theatre and stop when you … Continue Reading
Offering
I smell like sex when I leave you, a low musky scent, and if I can smell my own wetness, I have to think I am walking around with pheromones bleeding out of my pores, floating around me like big neon signs that flash ‘in heat, come and get me’. I feel like I have a hunger written on my face, and every man I see looks like prey, and they know they do and … Continue Reading
No rules
She looks at him.
“I’m so sorry Ma’am,” he says again, contrition written on his face.
“Did you forget, or did you just decide it wasn’t important?” she asks.
“I just didn’t… think of it. I forgot Ma’am…” he offers, knowing his answer is inadequate.
“I see.”
“I have no excuse, I’m truly sorry Ma’am.”
“How many rules do you have? How many things do I ask for boy?”
“Five Ma’am, there are only five.”… Continue Reading
Kissing you awake
You are sleeping now, finally, and twitchy, restless. Are you dreaming, or are your thoughts silent and is it only your body imagining your life outside of sleep?
I watch your face, so soft in repose, innocent and beautiful, an occasional frown creasing your forehead. I would like to wake you gently, to see how long it would take for your mind to register that there are lips on yours, softly nudging, until you start … Continue Reading
Holding back
She led him back to the bed, still blindfolded, and made him get on it, lying in the centre, face up.
She attached his cuffed wrists to the corners of the bed, sliding her naked body across him, leaning on him, enjoying the feel of his skin under hers. She moved down his body and put ankle cuffs on him, spreading his legs wide, attaching them to the ropes at the bottom of the bed. … Continue Reading
After the violence
I do these things to you, these violent things, these things that hurt, these things that make you scared and hard and conflicted and they are hot and they make me come and then, when I have come, I want to wrap you up, all arms and legs and skin softness, safe, and have your mouth, open and tender and delicious and I want to kiss you better and whisper sweet things to you, into … Continue Reading
I love…
I love talking with you, I love hearing about what you are doing, I love when you speak nonsense to me, I love that you make me laugh, I love how your voice gets lower and softer and more beautiful when you talk about your body and describe to me your bruises and cuts, I love how that feels like seduction to me, I love that they belong to me, those marks, I love how … Continue Reading