Sometimes my passion wanes, and it is not you and it is not me, it just is.
Sometimes you feel so close to me, like you are inside me, like you are part of me and it makes me feel kind of sick, a tightness in my chest and a fullness in my throat, and I love that.
Sometimes I am happy just to hear you tell me about your day and we exchange dull … Continue Reading
This is my boy’s perspective of our Kiss Goodbye.
Thank you baby.
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I am still unused to the new rule — before leaving you, I am to kneel bedside, arms behind my head, and say “thank you, Ma’am” — so I am nervous and concentrating hard on that process, hoping that I do it right, hoping that my knees don’t hurt too much on the wood floor, hoping that I am maintaining a … Continue Reading
I kiss you goodbye, a quick kiss, I think, and I reach for you, kneeling there beside the bed, I hold your face up to me, licking at your upper lip, dipping my tongue behind it and drawing it into my mouth to lap at it, feeling your tongue chasing mine and opening my mouth wider to take more of you into me. I am gentle with you for a long time, tender, nudging and … Continue Reading
This bed is on fire with passion and love,
the neighbours complain about the noises above,
but she only comes when she’s on top…
Ahh, you think you’re so pretty…
Dressed me up in women’s clothes,
messed around with gender roles,
dyed my eyes and called me pretty…
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home?
… Continue ReadingYou lick your lips after I have spent time kissing you, every time. I watch your tongue run along them, the tip touching your teeth, you press your lips together gently and lick at them. Are you trying to taste more of me? Is your tongue feeling around for damage, bruising, soreness?
I ask you, finally, why you do that.
You smile shyly at me and touch your mouth, “After you kiss me, my lips … Continue Reading
You are battered and pathetic and wanting.
And crying, always the crying.
And I make you beg me to fuck you and I say ‘no’, and it makes you scared because you think it means this is over and you beg me to take pieces of you and you beg me to kiss you and you beg me to anchor you to the ground with my body and you beg for something, anything. And I … Continue Reading
