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
He spotted her first and caught her eye, nodding recognition. She smiled wearily, made her way to him, she looked up at him for the first time.
“Hello,” she smiled as she leaned into him.
He smiled shyly back at her, greeting her, offering to take the trolley.
He had warned her before meeting that he didn’t think he would be able to look at her directly. He was right, he couldn’t. He was nervous, … Continue Reading
What I love is not the acts, though I love them too… I love it when I kiss you and you get that look on your face, like you are sinking into it, and you bow your head and you start to look lost, and you make tiny sounds of surrender and your breathing changes and I know you are waiting for me, opening up to me and I fucking love that. It’s like watching … Continue Reading
This blog was somehow deleted so was offline for a couple of days – I am still trying to work out how and why… (anti-sex-blog hacker? blogger admin? bored right wing Christian nerd?!)
Stick with me, I am not going anywhere.
You can tell me you missed me though… I like to be missed…
Ferns… Continue Reading
I throw you face-first against the wall and your head hits it with a thud… you are bigger, taller, stronger… we both know it, but this, this violence, this assault makes you weak, makes your knees buckle, makes you struggle to breathe, struggle to stand.
You slump against the wall and I hold you up with an arm around your neck, the other around your chest as my teeth sink into your flesh. Your gasp … Continue Reading
I have used my mouth and hands on your body, and that is all, and you are sore and bruised and hurt and scared and I love the way you look at me through hooded eyes, exposed and open and wanting.
“Are you ok, baby?”, I will ask you a million times before this is over.
“I am ok Ma’am, I promise”.… Continue Reading
I am sandpapered and roughened, I can’t get close enough to consume you, my skin is raw from trying to swallow you. I make you bring your mouth to me like an offering, I spread myself over you like I will melt into you if I push hard enough, I suck your lips into my mouth and close my teeth on them, I taste your blood and push my tongue against that openness, I turn … Continue Reading