They're here again. I invited them in. Saw them passing by and swung open the door. Cleared the pathway of my mind. With cackles that made my body shake, they flocked to me. One after the other. Their hideous faces crowding. Their breath putrid. Their spindly fingers scratching the walls of my skull. A home … Continue reading Welcomed Invaders.
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The Tendril.
Staring. Raging. Her eyes stared holes into her glass reflection. It would've seemed fitting for the glass to break. To shatter into a million pieces, then dissipate and flit around the universe as though it had never once held the reflection staring back. Angry, frustrated tears streamed down her quivering cheeks. Her mind, something that … Continue reading The Tendril.
The Moment.
There was a moment we were together. Do you remember? I couldn't think of that word. I couldn't think at all. My body was frozen. Panicked. Panting. Crying. You recognized it instantly. Realizing that no, this was not play. This was real. Very, very real. I was petrified. I remember trying so hard not to … Continue reading The Moment.
Surprise. (A Jane and Christian chapter)
It was a regular day, or so she thought. Jane had just gotten back from work and was absolutely spent. Exhausted. Wiped out. She was rather looking forward to spending the evening with Christian, her Sir. Maybe they’d take the dogs for a long walk outside of town. Maybe she’d get started on a three … Continue reading Surprise. (A Jane and Christian chapter)
Pushing Limits.
This picture fucking terrifies me. Feet anchored. Chained to the ground. Immovable. Head, hands clasped in designated notches. Immovable. My claustrophobia is threatening to choke me. When, honestly, I’d much rather you be choking me instead… But as much as it terrifies me, as much as I can feel myself fighting against it, I’m still…curious. … Continue reading Pushing Limits.
You: Owner of everything me.
Your favourite way to see me. Presenting myself to you. To you. My Owner. My Master. My Sir. You own every single part of me. I gave it to you, handed it to you that very first night. You know the one. The one that’s just for us to know. The one where you changed … Continue reading You: Owner of everything me.
Taste Yourself.
“Taste yourself my sweet slut. Really taste it. Don’t just swallow. You’re not running a race. Just…taste. Swirl that pink, wet, skilled tongue around my fingertips. Swirl and savour. Let the flavour of your arousal settle onto your tastebuds. Absorb it darling. Close your eyes and lick your wetness off your lips. Fuck. Just like … Continue reading Taste Yourself.
Embarking on Adventure.
You’re in full dom mindset tonight. I can see it in your glittering eyes. Glittering eyes that have a certain gleam. A special kind of gleam that only happens every so often. And tonight it is in full fucking effect. The second you got home from work, adorned in that special T-Rex tie, I knew … Continue reading Embarking on Adventure.
Hush. (3)
The vibrations start. Wild. Intense. Buzzing and buzzing against my little button. Against that particular bundle of nerves that you never fail to stimulate. Instantly I am pulling at my restraints. My back arching off the mattress. My fists furling. Muscles quivering. “Oh sweetheart. I don’t hear you counting.” You lean over, wickedly grinning, and … Continue reading Hush. (3)
Your Touch.
Goosebumps. Chills. The tips of your fingers barely graze my skin. The whisper of a touch. The brush of a ghost. You know precisely what you’re doing. The devilish grin on your face telling me so. You’re driving me wild. You’re unravelling me. Piece by piece. Touch by gentle touch. You work your way up … Continue reading Your Touch.
Uncensored Eloquence 