I fuck against you and the damage I have done to you makes you flinch, even as you thrust your hips up to get more, and you whisper to me in that porn-voice, breathlessly moaning, ‘…it burns… it burns…’, which I love, which makes me rabid, makes me want to tear you apart. I go for your mouth, of course, which I own, which is right there, half open and inviting me and I hold … Continue Reading
Stockinged feet
I had hurt him already, opened him up to me, and was gentling him in bed, holding him curled into me, wrapped up close, cuffed and kissed, some beautiful expanse of soft bruised skin. Him naked, me, with shirt thrown aside in the heat of earlier physicality, in bra and jeans, boots off eons ago to leave stockinged feet.
My legs wrapped over him, I licked and sucked at his mouth, stroked his body with … Continue Reading
Secret signals
The dynamic can’t help but spill over and those little things, in public, that only he and I recognise, are like a kind of signal, incredibly intimate and sexy. I know I can gently interrupt him in the middle of a conversation, lean over and whisper ‘kiss me’ and he knows, and I know, that it is not an idle request, that he will do it, that I am telling him to do it, that … Continue Reading
Fucking little bitch
I just want to fuck you, I can’t stop thinking about you there in your bed with your wrists tied. You are either on your back, asleep, your hands held in front of you, or on your side, your hands together by your face as if in prayer, you are made small by it, the tying, child-like and somehow innocent as you sleep. And if I was to come in and shove my hand over … Continue Reading
Kissing
I feel the softness of your lips under mine, their dancing movements inviting me in, and I nudge your mouth open, apply a little more pressure. I feel the hint of a smile, you know how much I love this, it always makes you smile, which makes me smile, but not enough to interrupt the kissing.
I hold your face up to me, my fingers splayed across your jawline, your cheeks, I pull you closer … Continue Reading
Wanting
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
Please, please don’t
I cuff him and tie him spread-eagled to the bed. I take out the piercing gear and lay it out. The 14 gauge needles , clamps, antiseptic, anticipating the pain he would be in soon.
He is nervous, this is the first time I have restrained him for a piercing. I lean down to kiss him, soft, gentle kisses, he returns them hesitantly.
“It will be fine, baby.”
I reassure him, stroke his cheek.
“It … Continue Reading