There’s nothing like rope biting through your skin. Heating up your wrists. Ankles. You don’t struggle against them because you want out. No. You struggle against them to be reminded of how tight they are. To be reminded that there is no escaping. To be reminded just how helpless you are. Just as a toy … Continue reading The Heat of the Rope.
He’s been busy. Working hard. Grinding away. She sees it. Recognizes it. Decides to give him a break. A getaway. Even if it’s just for an hour or two. It’s the small things that speak volumes. The small things that amount to so much. She strips down. Struggling as she configures her harness. Her favourite … Continue reading Pet.
On her knees. Sable mascara running down her cheeks. Ruby lipstick smeared across her lips. She’s a mess. A fucking mess. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. He grips her chin in his strong hand. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful when she’s at her lowest. When not a part of her doesn’t belong to … Continue reading To Know Her.
A single flickering flame. A candle down to its last few minutes. I hold it with shaking hands. Tears streaming feeely down my cheeks. The darkness is enveloping. It’s closing in. Quickly. Pressing against my chest. I can’t breathe. The flame sways. The wick; smaller and smaller. The ebony will suffocate the light. The last … Continue reading Resurrected.
It’s endless. This path. This thing I’m working so hard on. It’s impossible. This thing I’m trying to sculpt. This thing I’m trying to morph into shape. It’s ruthless. Shutting down the screaming demons in my chaotic mind. Shutting them down; shutting them up. It’s paralyzing. Taking a breath, standing up for myself. Is it … Continue reading A Shattered Masterpiece.
Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. It doesn’t stop. It never stops. It won’t stop. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Spiraling down, down, down. It’s dark. Ebony in its most pure form. Nothing exists here. Nothing but the memory. The vivid, wretched, memory. In the black there is no running from it. There is no hiding from the monster staring … Continue reading One of Many Nightmares.
instructor144: beyondplay: I’m not talking just about the fucking and the sexy times and the scenes. I don’t just mean the slaps and pulls, bites and pinches, belts and ropes, licks and thrusts. Oh, the licks and thrusts. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, yes! I am talking about all of the above, and … Continue reading If She Doesn’t Feel You For Days, You’re Doing It Wrong
Your breath is hot against my skin. Your tongue flicking embers onto my olive toned, slender neck. My back arches as the sensations slither down my body; my nerves crackling to life. My toes curl as your breath cools the thin trail of saliva left by your tongue. I lift my eyelids to reveal glazy, … Continue reading The Sweetest Torture.
She’s alone. In the dark. By the bed. Waiting. Her entire body trembling with numbing anticipation. The rhythm of her heart erratic. She raises her fingers to her parted, pink lips and chews the naked tips. She hears footsteps. Her world freezes. The sporadic beat of her heart ceases. Her breath catches in her throat. … Continue reading Seduction.
The clock ticks. It counts down. Every movement of the second hand rings in my head. Echoes between the space of my ears. The sound is deafening. My body shakes. My hands quiver. The clock ticks. It counts down. A single tear rolls down my flushed cheek. The bomb inside of me will obliterate me … Continue reading To Nothing.
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