I am thinking, as always, about kissing you, about your mouth, how it shapes that ‘oh’ of anticipation when I bring my lips close to you, how you wait wait wait and try so hard not to reach for me, they are almost unbearable, those moments of denial.
I am torn, as always, by what I want, by wanting it all at once, by wanting to take it and have it and leave nothing behind.… Continue Reading
I wonder sometimes, when I am wanting to write, but just can’t get my head quite right, when I am somewhat uninspired to speak of beauty and passion, when I am nevertheless looking at the page and picking through what is going on with me for snippets worth telling, I wonder if you, dear readers, peer at me here and wonder who I am.
I wonder about you, I do…
I know you are … Continue Reading
We are watching television. He sits on the ground beside the couch, at my feet, a cushion I bought for ten cents at the school fete under his arse to keep him off the cold tiles. The ‘butt cushion’ I have dubbed it. I can feel his energy as he sits there quietly, it emanates from him in waves, invisible threads drawing me in. I feel the pull in my fingertips, in the pit of … Continue Reading
It is in the way you surrender, a quiet, unspoken, gentle offering of yourself, inevitable, unquestioning. It is in the way you bow your head and wait, even without experience, you know, like you have seen inside my head, you understand exactly how to elicit that aggressive response from me, to raise that hunger that you love. It is in the way you look sideways at me, find the courage to be cocky, checking, checking … Continue Reading
You come to me and kneel. You hand me the collar, the collar that I have given you: my collar, leather and steel, the engraving claiming you as my property.
“Please Ma’am, will you put your collar on me?”
It makes me smile every time you ask me, every single time, it makes me melt, it brings you close, sometimes I reach to kiss you, and always, I say “Yes”.
I put the collar around … Continue Reading
I have been in some sort of buying frenzy these last couple of months…
But the sweetest new toys are the last two, made for me by my boy.
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… Continue ReadingIt starts in the pit of my stomach, rising to my eyes, like a filling up. I let it come instead of fighting it, the welling making my chest heave as I start to cry. I hate to cry, I hate and loathe it.
I want to ask you if this is how it ends… Is this how it ends? Really? Is this how it ends? What are you doing? What. Are. You. Doing??!
I … Continue Reading