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
Contract
This is the final, with my signature also, which makes you my property, my cock, my balls, my arse, my nipples, my mouth, my tongue, my lips, my beautiful eyes, my body, my imagination, my heart, my breath, my skin, my mind, all of which makes me want to take it apart piece by fucking piece to examine it, taste it, lick it, sink my teeth in and bite it, slap it, cut it to … Continue Reading
See you soon
“…I wonder if you’re gonna wait for me or if you’re gonna find a new boy to spoon, I wish that I could see you soon…”
“How long ’til you can see her?
And I’m like – the sooner the better
Do you really think she will wait for you?
And I’m like there’s no way to say and there’s nothing I can do…”
I will wait for you baby, and I will see you … Continue Reading
Confession
You lower your voice, it slows right down like treacle, you hesitate and make soft inarticulate sounds into the silence, swallowing, licking your lips, trying to find a way to form the thoughts into words that will somehow make it less difficult. I know you are embarrassed, I know this is hard for you.
I wait.
You tell me in snippets, I listen as you struggle with the sentences, broken and disjointed, they are reluctant … Continue Reading
Anger
She is angry, hurt, she is beyond feeling like talking about it, beyond feeling like punishing him and into the space where she doubts he can do this, doubts that he is capable of delivering what she needs, doubts that he can make her happy. And she adores him, she hates feeling like this.
This is not the first time… The first time, she explained patiently how it felt for her to put pieces of … Continue Reading
Snippets
I have been thinking about this afternoon since I left you, scooting home with you in my mind, still incredibly wet, with snippets whipping around my head, I can’t even grasp them or make sense of any of them, they just whirl around like a porn reel and I wish I could record and keep it all to replay you again in pain with a knife against your cock (your cock, that belongs to me, … Continue Reading
Fun of hurting
Him: What is the fun of hurting me? *pause* That is the most right question I have ever asked.
Me: The fun of hurting you is in your reactions, is in how it makes you more beautiful, is in how it brings out who you are, is in the sounds you make in it, is in the way you speak to me in the middle of it, is in how it makes me wet. It … Continue Reading