Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby

The come-down was her favourite part. The intensity and the build up, anticipation and exaltation, they were wonderful too, but it was the silence afterwards that she craved. She always savoured the last strike of the cane and the sounds he made when he was well and truly spent, when he’d given her everything and…

Jasmine

Dear Loverboy, I’m listening to the rain and thinking about your desire. I am delighted that you transform from Wolf to Puppy, from confident and competent to almost mindlessly obedient when at my feet. You’re not in my bed today and I’m longing for you, making due with thoughts and fantasies of your dedicated hunger.…

Those Green Eyes

Just give me those green eyes Green eyes, turned up to catch the starlight Green eyes, smiling at the moon Smiling at me with their flecks of perfect gold, freckled and heavy with lashes too heavy to flutter Perfect feathers to flirt with, darting, don’t look away, not yet Hold me in your gaze and…

The Source of Control

Content warning: domestic violence   I was raised in an extremely confused feminist environment. My family is matriarchal on both sides, the women rule the roost. In almost all cases they are more educated and bigger earners than their male partners. Very few have stayed home to raise children, whereas we have several stay at…