•July 10, 2017 • Comments Off on Mostly

Mostly, we fuck
And it’s all I need
And it’s everything I need.
It’s rough and he is heedless,
Using hands and teeth
Palm flat, struck hard against my face
Fingers holding my jaw or throat
Or tangled tightly in my hair
Teeth bruising the soft places.

It’s rough and he is heedless
Seeking resistance and strength,
Tears and pleas.
I am a force of will he likes to vanquish
A puppet of flesh to mark and hurt.

Sometimes, we fuck
And it’s rough and hard.
I am trapped in his gaze
That is intent with some goal he has not shared.

He must see something in my eyes.

He brings his body down
Folds his knees under
And settles between my open thighs.
Now we are belly to belly, chest to chest
His head is next to mine, our faces touching
His breath in my ear and mine in his.
His arms woven around my shoulders
Holding me tightly, so tightly
As my hands stroke his back, his head
And gently hold the nape of his neck.


We are flexed, tucked,
Gathered one into the other
Every point on our bodies is touching
And he is deep, deep in me.
I cannot divine where he starts
And I conclude.

We are a fantastic animal
In an illuminated manuscript
With no beginning and no end.

This feels like love
And I do not know what to do with it.



•February 15, 2014 • Leave a Comment

The place was kind of skeevy and the setup wasn’t the best, but the people were friendly and eager, and I trusted him to be able to make something magical happen.

For the last year or so, I’d been trying out different kinky activities, attempting to figure out not only what my likes and dislikes are but also my limits within those activities.  Heady stuff for someone who never knew limits existed until becoming involved in the kink community.
During a kink event several months ago, I’d witnessed a couple of wax scenes and was more than intrigued.  Hot wax play is edgy, in that there is a significant element of risk, both because of the materials (fire and hot liquid) and because it’s critical that a skilled and attentive person conducts it.  But wax play did not seem to cause a lot of pain, and I liked that; I’d discovered that I only liked pain play when it was integral to sex or sexual activity; it was not something I sought out for its own sake.

What fascinated me most about the wax scenes I’d witnessed was the interplay between the giver and the receiver, the creator and the creation, the way that the whole scene was more about art and performance than about pain, or even eroticism, despite the nudity and the body contact.   So, after watching these demonstrations, I approached the presenter and offered to be a model for him if he happened to be doing a demonstration in my area.  Just recently, he took me up on my offer and I became his model for that night.

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You think?

•January 7, 2013 • 1 Comment

You think you can use my body, discipline it, abuse it, punish it, seduce it, bring it to ecstasy. Just because you want to.

You think you can love my breasts, caress them, fondle them, bite them, press my nipples so hard between your fingers that I am brought to my knees. Just because you want to.

You think you can rub my ass gently, raise welts that will last for weeks, admire the marks of your possession. Just because you want to.

You think you can tease my lips with a kiss, hammer my throat with your cock, fuck my mouth until it is full of your come. Just because you want to.

You think to keep me aroused, in heat, wanting the pleasure, wanting the words of approval, wanting the pain because it’s what pleases you.

You want me compliant, submissive, begging, screaming.

That’s what you want?

You who are so, so good with words.

That’s what you want me to want?

Make me.