I want to just blather on to you (manic, am I manic, am I am I? you talking to me?* did you fuck my wife?!*) about last night and how amazing you were, and brave (which you always are) and baby, I am so proud of you and you are so beautiful, always, but especially when you do the difficult things, when you struggle, when you are my little bitch, when you are this slutty thing and you are somehow small and open and ready and compliant and helpless and I adore you like that and love … Continue Reading
I want to keep you there forever, there on the floor like a piece of art… face to the ground, my panties in your mouth, my stockings over your face, you are made into a voiceless, faceless thing. Needles through your nipples, your arse in the air, cut and bleeding, inviting attention, blood dripping down your chest, your legs. You make throaty inarticulate grunting sounds into the gag each time I pay you any attention, any time I pass. I want to keep you there, just like that, until I decide I want something else, until I tell you what … Continue Reading
What I want with you is sweetness, throat aching softness, heart melting tenderness.
Skin-to-skin, warm against me (you are always warm), as much of you as I can get pressed to me, legs wrapped up together between and over, shifting to get more contact, to get closer, your arms around me, your fingers stroking my skin, I’m pulling you to me, petting your neck, your hair, holding your face to me, licking at your mouth, your lips, your tongue and holding back for once to taste you over and again as if each time is the first, rocking you against … Continue Reading
I’m delighted to make one of the top three picks this week for It Burns. Thank you to those who voted!
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #165? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Confessional: Breaking the Girl
“And that’s why I’ll love it, that’s what will fuel me to dig deeper.”
Does Art imitate Life or … Continue Reading
Continued from here: First Meeting
“I was scared to death to be suddenly naked in your apartment, yes, scared to be starting, scared that you are so pretty, scared that I might fail you or not be what you want. And I will be scared again and again probably Ma’am when I am with you.”
I have him stand in the centre of the room, hands clasped behind his head. I walk around him touching him a little, I take my time. He starts to breath heavily, he is so nervous.
“I’m scared,” he whispers to me.
I kick his … Continue Reading
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, let him in… she stood before the mirror, and glanced at him… ‘Which do you think?’ she asked looking down at her footwear.
He stared … 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 your head and take your mouth with violence and I feel you reaching up for me even as I sink my teeth into your lips … Continue Reading