“Please…” He grinned as she struggled against him. He loved it. Revelled in it. To feel her body tense with panic. Desperation. She didn’t realize it was futile. He was so much stronger than her. He also had control of her mind. In this state she wouldn’t remember. In this state, all she knew was … Continue reading Finders Keepers…
Sleep evades me. Like two akin magnets. The wheels don’t stop. Round and round and round they go. Like the wheels on the bus. Numbness settles in. Like a long lost relative, finally coming home. Nothing feels real. Nothing feels certain. Nothing feels stable. It’s still easy to hide though. The plastic smile distracts curious … Continue reading Day 2.
Oh what we would hear if only we asked. And maybe we do, but we don’t really want to know. We don’t really want elaboration. We like simple questions with simple answers. But oh how intelligent we are! How smart and cunning! But don’t ask anything too hard. Anything that will require some attention drawn … Continue reading Hauntings of the Unasked.
She needed it horribly. Like one needs air to breathe, she needed him. Needed him to make her cheeks heat up like candewicks to a flame. Both sets. She needed him to contradict his words with his actions; Tell her how much he loves her. Then slap her. Tell her how he thinks she’s the … Continue reading Glorious Contradictions.
It’s heavy. The weight of it pushing down. Down. Down. It’s crushing. Yet comforting. To be wrapped in a shawl of isolation. To enter a limbo that’s been created out of necessity. To enter and get lost. To get lost in the dark reality. And dark it is. It’s nothing. It’s eternal. It’s unnoticeable. Easy … Continue reading It.
He loves making her purr. All he has to do is look at her a certain way and he can physically watch as she liquifies. He watches as she bites her lip. And then he tells her to strip. Her eyes light up like a thousand suns. It’s adorable. He tells her to lay down. … Continue reading Purr.
With each lash she went deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. The stinging pain sending her spiralling into that place she so treasured; that place she knew oh so well. Her subspace. Soon, she won’t be shifting. Won’t be wincing at the sharp pain. Soon, she’ll be kneeling perfectly still. A porcelain doll ready to obey her … Continue reading Deeper Down.
It’s not all about the rough sex. It’s not all about bruises and stripes. It’s not all about the aching need between your legs. This is part of it too. The gentle, tender moments. The whispered reassurance of everything being okay. This is part of it too.
evemariesaint: I remember how nice his house was. It was bigger, but not a tacky McMansion. It seemed more classic, somehow. I was nervous when I went inside, and when I’m nervous I pay close attention to objects/details: this particular model of fridge, 5 knives in the butcher’s block, 4 burner gas range with convection … Continue reading Etched…
One hour. Sixty minutes. Doesn’t seem that long, does it? Say that again when you’re tied to a bed. Tied spreadeagle to each corner. Without permission to cum. Your legs kind of hurt from being stretched so far apart. But you love it. You love the ache, the dull pain. You stay this way for … Continue reading One Hour.
Uncensored Eloquence 