A sudden metamorphosis as if I had flicked a switch.
From passive acceptance to aggressive greed.
I felt small changes in his body before I realised what was coming.
Muscles that had been relaxed tensed below me, small movements at first, he pulled at his bindings, quietly straining at the ropes that held his wrists firm, some slight shifting of position. A testing to see if I would stop him.
And when I didn’t, he moved.
His body arched up off the bed towards me, seeking contact. His ankles were untied by … [...Read More]
When the Pilot offered me a glass of the wine I had asked him to buy, I noticed two glasses on the table. “None for you though,” I said. He didn’t bat an eye, poured me a glass, put the bottle away.
I sipped the cold wine while I checked him out. I had him stand in the middle of his living room, I walked around him gently touching, seeing how he felt. He’s six foot tall. I’m taller in heels. I like that quite a bit. I took my time. I eventually had his clothes off, and I relaxed … [...Read More]
So strange when I read some of my old posts. Many are born from grand passion, pinpoint-glimpses of bright intensity, and I see those moments through a veil of detachment now. Like they were experienced by a different person. And I also see them anew, and I think ‘Yes, that!’ as if those memories weren’t something I ever had myself, as if they were someone else’s, something to covet from afar.
I miss kissing SO much. Of all things, it’s what I miss most. The heartbreaking intimacy of it, the aggression and violence, the tenderness, the … [...Read More]