He had only ever seen her in jeans, or out of jeans… casual either way. Tonight she wore a little black dress, low at the front, much lower at the back, fitted to her curves, with a flirty little skirt that swung as she walked. She had put on some make up, thigh high stockings, and she couldn’t quite decide… fuck-me boots, or stiletto sandals…
She met him at the door, wearing one of each, … Continue Reading
I fuck against you and the damage I have done to you makes you flinch, even as you thrust your hips up to get more, and you whisper to me in that porn-voice, breathlessly moaning, ‘…it burns… it burns…’, which I love, which makes me rabid, makes me want to tear you apart. I go for your mouth, of course, which I own, which is right there, half open and inviting me and I hold … Continue Reading
We are curled together, my back to his stomach, it is warm and quiet, and maybe he thinks I am asleep. He strokes the side of my body, almost absently, but I know it is not without thought and I know there is a slight fear that I might stop him, that he might not be allowed this unbidden touching.
His touch is not tentative or hesitant, starting at the side of my breast, he … Continue Reading
I want to rain hell down on you in a massive attack, a slaughter, a bloodbath, so come here, get your clothes off and get on your knees.… Continue Reading
She knew he would scream, so she brought her panties to his mouth and pushed them in, her fingers shoving the lace into his mouth until it was full.
She started to bite him, sinking her teeth through his flesh, sucking at it, chewing at the skin, creating a pattern on his body. He yelled into the gag, writhing in protest under her assault. When she had made enough marks on his body to please … Continue Reading
I hurt you with the belt, and I use familiar words and a familiar tone and it is nothing new but I am tentative and feeling my way and pushing myself to do it, and it is short and should be minor and inconsequential but we both know it’s not. Afterwards, we are both breathing emotion and feeling each other for the fallout.
I am raw and splayed open and it feels like my heart … Continue Reading
I had hurt him already, opened him up to me, and was gentling him in bed, holding him curled into me, wrapped up close, cuffed and kissed, some beautiful expanse of soft bruised skin. Him naked, me, with shirt thrown aside in the heat of earlier physicality, in bra and jeans, boots off eons ago to leave stockinged feet.
My legs wrapped over him, I licked and sucked at his mouth, stroked his body with … Continue Reading