I want to write glorious things. I want to write about snippets of play with bambi, I want to write about how I am feeling, I want to write about what happened, I want to write about what’s next, I want to write about a lot of things.
Truth is, I am scattered. My head is all over the place.
I was punching him over and over again: his face alternatively screwed up with pain, mouth open in a silent yell, then stoic against the hurt, completely closing down, trying to get control back. His body thrashed violently against the restraints at the peak of each wave until I could no longer aim the strike and had to stop.
He was so fucking pretty when he was like this: not thinking, just reacting. Some fear, … Continue Reading
I like it when you tell me what is going on in your head in the moment when we are playing: that
you want to come, that you want to fuck me, that you are feeling/ thinking/ wanting things. I love
watching your face, and feeling how your body moves. I love your cock and that spot that always
wants attention. I adore your mouth, for kissing of … Continue Reading