I had a kink “a-ha!” moment the other day. It was fascinating and exciting and I can’t stop thinking about it. Allow me to paint you a picture. I was seated on the sofa in my livingroom, and Loverboy was on all fours, ecstatic to be gagging on the front half of my right foot,…
He Brings Out The Sadist In Me
I’ve never wanted to hurt someone more. I’ve never felt safe enough to hurt someone so much. He likes the pain, but it’s the endurance that he craves. I want to suffer for you. Are there any sweeter words? Is there any greater symbol of devotion? What two forces are more central to the human…
This is Right. This is Good.
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want.
Cosmic
He turns his back to me, a smooth lake of milk, quivering in the moon light. The curtains move in the warm breeze and cast shadows across him, inky blue and fleeting. In my hand I hold an instrument of torture and I mean to hurt him, I do, as he’s begged me to, this…
I call him Darling, Baby, Hunny, Love
Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone would love to drown I have always been one for big thoughts and bigger feelings. I remember finding Kafka, reading about existentialism and I remember it hitting me deeply, striking a true chord: these were the questions I had always been considering, thoughts that had consumed me…
Late Night Thoughts
I need you. I need you here, in my bed, your hands traveling over my feet and ankles, my calves, the notches behind my knees.
Varnish
His phone vibrated on the desk beside his laptop and he touched the screen to open her text. She often messaged him in the afternoons, leaving his mornings to him to be productive without her distracting words and images. Those snippets of her fed the hunger in him, both a blessing and a curse, as…
Conflicted
I can’t deny the surge of power that affixing a phallus to my body gives me but the feminist in me rages.