Fever Dream

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, …

Intense; a love letter.

'I'm hard to love but I love so hard' -Daisy Gray: Down For You R, All my life I've been told I'm hard to love. I'm hard to love, but I love so hard.I thought that maybe I was hard to love because I love so hard.But I don't know how to love any other …

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 …

Morningstar

Oh Darling, how you prayed for me. How you begged; Lord, send me an angel! Someone to guide and walk beside me. Someone to have and to hold and to keep and to love. And so I came to you; arms wide open, beating heart in hand. An angel indeed, fealty on raw knees. A …

I am . . .

I am a purple vase of sunflowers; slowly decaying on a dining room table.I am a beard of Spanish moss dangling from a Florida tree; a home to snakes, and new bird nests. I am teal blue ocean waves and white sand covered toes; a pile of broken shells left to the tides. I am …

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 …

Validation, Affirmation, Praise…

Validation seeking. Praise kink. Affirmation therapy. Call it what you will; we all want to know we’ve done well. For me, it’s all of the above. And all for different reasons. I seek validation; it is a known flaw in my character that has been a part of me for as long as I can …

Commonality

A chance meeting, an unfamiliar place, a strangers face. You find kindred spirits in the strangest of places. Or at least I do. Or have. Or am... I digress. Conversations with a stranger leading to talks with a friend. A polite handshake turning to familiar hugs goodbye. The tip of a hat to a kiss …

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 …

Contrast

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 …