FEVER DREAM©️ Lady Hales Hoover The lights,dimmed and dancingbefore my eyes.The air,thick with trepidation,anticipation.His gaze,locks on mine-steals my breath.His eyes,darken with lustand warnings.A spark,ignites the flamesdeep within.My heart,skips a beatand quickens.The heat,begins to spreadthrough my veins.My skin,traced by callousedgentle fingers.My hands,pull him closertangled in his hair.Our lips,almost close enoughto taste.My body,pleading, needing,bared.Our souls,already intertwined,beckoning.The hunger,consuming, … Continue reading Fever Dream
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A night of new toys…
'Humble.' One word from his perfect mouth and she is on her knees, head resting on forearms, ass on full display. The deep purple lights are slightly disorienting as the blood rushes to her head; maybe she should have taken that a little slower, but she's just too damn eager to please him. The lights … Continue reading A night of new toys…
I’m always so productive the day after a session…
The day after a session I am always so... productive. In the soft light of my bedroom the sun peeks through the purple blackout curtains and for once my eyelids don't fight to stay closed when my alarm starts singing. I let it play to the end of a Norse lullaby as I stand and … Continue reading I’m always so productive the day after a session…
Lovers Past and Present
The practice of taking inventory is supposed to teach us about ourselves. I considered taking inventory of the books on my shelf and what each means to me. I thought about listing each job I've had and left and what I learned from each. But ultimately, today felt like a day to inventory something deeper. … Continue reading Lovers Past and Present
Good Night. Good Girl.
"Don't stop... Please, don't stop", I beg. "Please don't stop, please don't stop." He mocks my plea, his voice pinched and forcefully high. "Please don't stop. Pathetic" he growls the last word, enunciating each syllable. My blood heats as he pushes and pulls and twists harder with every word. The sound of his mocking voice … Continue reading Good Night. Good Girl.
He speaks of me like I'm something to be envied, coveted, and desired. I am flawless and exist in a state of perpetual perfection in his imagination. He knows the depth of my damage; yet never tells of my failings. He speaks to me with reverence; eternal respect, unending support. As if his eyes see … Continue reading Contrast
You're toying around on your phone when he comes in from his shower. Laying on your stomach facing away from him, your naked body exposed. He greets you, and you 'hmm' in response. Silence. Then the sound of a drawer being opened. No rustling of clothes. CRACK!The sound registers in your ears before the sting … Continue reading Take it
They say it over and over- You just seem so independent. (You never ask for help)You're a strong woman.(You're maybe a little cold) But you're such a control freak.(Everything has to be done your way)Why would you let a man treat you that way?(Why do you like being bound, beaten, and degraded like that?) They're … Continue reading Sub Space
His eyes- cobalt spheres, a deep blue depth; enticing, luring, beckoning towards the abyss of an unfamiliar darkness, a chasm of hunger and want. The darkness in his eyes a stark contrast against cream skin. Thick sun-kissed stubble frames the dusty rose curve of his lips. A bright easy smile envelopes a devious tongue. His … Continue reading Earthquakes
I part her with my tongue, slipp...