[Content Warning: “Game Over” is a work of fiction and it contains playful choking, verbal teasing, rough sex and implied, ongoing consent between an established couple.]
Just Call Me Angel
Maybe the sun’s light will be dim, And it won’t matter anyhow. If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned, It was what I wanted now.
Locked Box
I can hear you in the next room and I strain my ears to decipher your sounds. I hear the jingle of buckles and hardware, the creak of the lid of the trunk at the foot of the bed, the rattle of keys and the click of a lock. Private. Hidden. Secret. I don’t know…
Daddy’s Tea
I recently quit coffee, cold turkey. It was making me tense and jittery, and contributing too much fuel towards my anxiety. It no longer felt worth it, despite it being something I love so much. Tea has never given me the same “jolt” that coffee does, but I knew that the caffeine in black tea…
Just a Doll
Wicked little doll, collapsing buildings Wicked little doll, cities in flame Wicked little doll, devil or angel? Wicked little doll, they’re both the same
Sexting: Add more fantasy to your life
Fantasy is often our earliest and most common form of escapism. As an adult, fantasy can be a stress relief strategy or a sexual mechanism. Fantasy gives us mental and emotional space not only to ‘experience’ things we don’t have access to or the courage to try, it also makes it possible to to confront…
Questions Are a Right, Not a Privilege
Have I mentioned I’m loving #NoTrueWay, the D/s writing prompt that Lillith posts fortnightly? The topics never fail to grab my attention and often the quotes get my blood boiling a bit. The current quote is no exception. Let’s have a look, shall we?
Hotsy Totsy
It’s been so insufferably hot here lately. I’d love to plunge into a lake or get caught in an epic deluge of cooling rain, but for now, I’ll work at my desk in very little clothing with the fan blasting my back.
Peter’s Well Loved Books
Peter didn’t know she liked him. No, Peter was oblivious to such things. He rarely noticed people at all, but he had noticed the young woman who frequented his book shop, Peter’s Well Loved Books, most Saturdays. He thought of her often and Saturday had become his favourite day of the week. He would have…
Going Down?
Willow loved a hotel bathroom with a double vanity. The luxury of “mine and yours” sinks and lots of room to unpack toiletries and spread out made getting ready for vacation adventures all the more fun to prepare for. In this particular hotel she had really moved things in since they were there a…
Too Much Is Never Enough
I do like a challenge … How much is too much, and could it ever be enough?
A Plug and Pegs Day
“It’s a plug and pegs day, Princess.” He needn’t tell me any more than that. Just one line and I’ve opened my desk drawer, which houses among the usual stationery supplies, a slim plug, two wooden clothes pegs and a tube of thick, viscous lube.
The Alchemy of Turning Pain Into Art
Wednesday: I can almost smell the weekend. It’s been a busy week full of tech problems and new projects, deadlines and deep thoughts. I have been trying to use my posts for The Blog Days of Summer for short fiction but fiction doesn’t come easy these days.
No Words
It’s a hazy, hot August afternoon and he’s found me dozing in the bed, the fan overhead turning slowly, keeping the heat moving. There is little relief to be had when the sun bakes everything it touches and the air feels thick like this. I’m aware that he’s in the room, I don’t open my…
Hot Night, Cold Shower
The heat is beginning to get to us. It’s inescapable without the refuge of air conditioned shopping malls or movie theatres, but gone are the carefree days of milling around indoors when the summer heat spikes. The heat is insufferable and we eat our words, taking back every muttered curse aimed at a rainy spring…
Multi dimensional, a sexual intellectual
I’m done waiting for the world to change to see that I am beautiful, because beautiful is only one thing that I am. Multi dimensional, a sexual intellectual, I’m brimming with reasons to be loved. And I am. And I do. What else could possibly matter?