Never was I into masochism Pain was never my thing Except With you, I had what Merriam Webster so eloquently calls “a taste for suffering” and my suffering must be seasoned with Lawry’s because it feels so damn good and I couldn’t stop partaking of its bitterness Because my imagination kept flagellating itself with pictures … More Self Inflicted
For years you loved her An internal vision of perfection You felt her You saw her You knew the curve of the finger she would touch your hand with She was the one you imagined and measured every contender against Until me And the glitter of my gift wrap warped her image I was taller, rounder, … More Pygmalion’s Apprentice
His looks made me pause, but his mouth held my attention Talking…Teaching…Telling With clarity and intention He approached There was no hesitation as he assured “I want you; unlock” And I tumbled into submission – by choice and full awareness Made it clear my care matched his and let my zephyrs help us renew Today I crawl … More Full Exposure
He stole it. His photographer’s eye watching my face for every shade while his musician fingers played sonatas under the privacy of the table. Every time I got close he pulled back “No. It belongs to me now.” And paused his manipulations until I was almost back to thinking in coherent sentences. He milked my … More The Thief
It is all inside my head The feeling you want her instead of me The feeling she sets your heart aflame That you would rather take her home than me That she is getting all your secrets Your smiles Your joy And I get your space and opportunity But it’s all in my head Isn’t it?
I won’t spread my wings and fly off the cliff if you aren’t willing to stand on the edge and watch me soar Photo by Neil Thomas on Unsplash
You appeared. I, sleeping, yet awake and aware, never paused to question I, sleeping, yet awake and watching my aura color shift outside of my body creating an LED light display of my emotions You appeared. I sleeping, yet awake and conscious but too empty to manifest. So the colors shifted and aligned based on a predestined … More Lucid Dreaming
Your tongue is the starring feature in a scene played across my mind while my hand vibrates lips and I shake with the remembrance of orgasms past and yet to cum Photo by William Stitt on Unsplash
I admit it. I fucked up. Caught between awake and dreaming, I thought I could control it. I thought it would be easy since in the past, when the buzzer sounded, I always woke up. But this time, I lay immobilized listening to the incessent screech threating me with ecstasy Dreaming and remembering. Smooth, heat, … More Late Night Confessions
Show me you thirst for me Grab my hips relentlessly as you heave me back toward you. The feel of the weight of your hands in the crack of my hips holding me as you use me only for your pleasure not worried about anything else except the wet, heat of my pussy spread just … More Desire
Wandering & Wondering 