There’s something about it. There’s something about being thrown across the room as though you weigh as much as a bird with their pneumatic bones — nothing at all. There’s something to be said about how quickly it sends one into their subspace. It’s instantaneous. Immediate. The way my body bounces on the bed. Or the way … Continue reading Manhandling.
Tag: mood
Burning Bright.
My senses have been deprived for far too long. My appetite is ravenous for the one my my soul is bonded with. Sometimes I wonder if He feels the same. Sometimes I wonder if His fire for me burns as intently as mine does for Him. My wick never falters. Never dies. Never wanes. It … Continue reading Burning Bright.
Underneath.
Jane craned her neck backwards, trying to get a good look at her phone screen as she took a picture of her decorated derriere. She had been instructed to keep the plug in all day. Wearing nothing else underneath her animated scrubs save for the transparent glass plug with a pretty painted rose on the … Continue reading Underneath.
Fucked Silly.
Work has me running like a chicken with my head cut off. Flailing around, blood spurting out of my severed jugular, head rolling in the opposite direction. Yeah. Springtime madness in the vet world. Yippee ki yay. As I’m sitting here gathering overtime on my shortened lunch break, all I can think about is how … Continue reading Fucked Silly.
Is This Living?
Is it? My heart is still beating in my chest. My lungs still expand and contract involuntarily. My brain is still firing impulses across my thousands upon thousands of neurons. My eyes still see. Information is still gathered from what my retinas obtain. How can it be? How can I be a living corpse. How … Continue reading Is This Living?
So I got a new toy…
I ordered a new toy a while ago. Suction. Pulse waves. Vibration. It’s heaven with ten different functions. I had a free pass the day I got it. As many orgasms as I could crank out for a single day. I was ecstatic. And yet, the whole time I was thinking how much better it … Continue reading So I got a new toy…
Walking The Plank.
Hands bound by the chains of my haunting nightmares. Blindfolded by the shades of misery. I don't need to see to know what lurks beneath. It's the churning sea. The churning sea of torment, with its rolling waves of anguish. Waves that I can hear crash alongside the unsteady, creaking, unstable boat. The boat that … Continue reading Walking The Plank.
Head Start (3…FINALLY)
A feral growl ripped from Christians throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts. The shirt. He … Continue reading Head Start (3…FINALLY)
Just Coffee.
It was a little awkward. They were both there because Christian had set it up. Just the thought of it was making Jane's cheeks burn ablaze. But Jane had been the one to ask for a 'date' of sorts before anything happened. As much as she wanted to do anything for her love, she had … Continue reading Just Coffee.
Cardio.
Jane both loved and hated the workouts. Both her and Christian had agreed to do them together, which was the part she loved. But today...today she would rather veg on the couch and pet their dogs. She was lazy today. Her body achy and tired. And she was hungry. And not for broccoli or chicken … Continue reading Cardio.









