He worries about me from over there, across the ocean… I eat badly and don’t sleep… He expresses it gently, quietly, persistently… *worry worry*… It is sweet, this concerned caring.
I tell him, then, to order me a salad online for my lunch, something that allows him to contribute to looking after me, to extend that concern in a practical way. The salad bar is downstairs from my work… the choices are endless and … Continue Reading
I can’t post this without a tedious and long winded explanation… God forbid you should just have a hot little video to enjoy without me blathering in your ear!
Femdom porn sucks. Really. I have never found any that I enjoy, and I have looked, believe me. It’s just not hot to me. It neither reflects my extreme, violent, unrealistic fantasies, nor does it at all represent the hotness, connection, complexity and nuance that makes … Continue Reading
This morning, I was thinking about you in Florence, only this time the guy pulled a knife while he was sucking your cock because he knew you were going to bail, and he told you to push the back of his head onto your cock, and you did, you pulled his mouth onto your cock, shoving your cock down the back of his throat, lost in how good it feels, terrified and hard, with him … Continue Reading
… I spread my arms with my palms to the sky. I lifted my chin to expose my throat to her. I grinned. I closed my eyes.
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
— Yardbird
*thump*
That’s me falling to the floor.
That line… that line… is the awesome brilliance…
*reads it again…*
I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”
*thump*
Sometimes, there is a line, a look, a phrase that hits me just right, … Continue Reading
I saw a boy today that I wanted to kiss.
On my way to work on the train, he was maybe 40, fit, a little rough, with a strong imperfect face, unconventionally beautiful and serious, wide jaw, furrowed brow, a shock of thick dark messy hair. I stared at him, sunglasses on, I watched him. His face came alive as he talked to a little girl, became sweet, gentle, soft smiles. He had much-regretted tattoos, … Continue Reading
What I do love, do, and love, is to make him look into my eyes when he comes because it’s mine, his orgasm… I want to get inside him and take it from him, to experience it with him, to see it in his eyes, his acknowledgement that it’s mine, to feel his surrender of it to me.
… Continue ReadingHe was Clark Kent, tall and built and conservative, with glasses, sweetly attentive, a combination of youthful cocky and shy insecurity. More than ten years younger, he had lied about his age, “I thought you wouldn’t be interested if you knew how young I was.”
I had taken him home some weeks before, after a formal function, a night of drinking, dancing, flirting, and later fumbling one-night sex, hot and steamy and awkward, with bodies … Continue Reading