I love you. Damn you. I love you... I love you... I love you. I love you for earning my trust. I love you for making me feel safe. I love you for making me feel wanted. I love you for making me feel alive. I love you for giving me hope. I love you … Continue reading I Love You. Damn you.
Tag: pain
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…
Breathe
(TW- SI) The voice calls softly, from far away. 'Breathe'.I am suspended here, deep in the cold. I am content; the world around me hazy and glistening.'Breathe' it calls again.I open my mouth. I let it fill my nostrils, but I can't draw it in. My tongue tastes bitter and chemical. 'Breatheeee' it chimes, so … Continue reading Breathe
The thing about writing is…
The thing about writing is....It's fucking hard! I have a million things to say; but allowing myself to put them on paper is a most difficult thing. The majority of what I want to say and want to share with the world are at least rooted in my own true tales. The stories of every … Continue reading The thing about writing is…
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…
What’s in the Box?
In the depths of my mind is a box full of things; monsters and nightmares and creatures with wings. Beings with claws and murderous shrieks. Venomous fangs and blood drenched teeth. A crate filled with terror and horror and screams. But the scariest beastie inside it is... Me. Not me now, not the me that … Continue reading What’s in the Box?
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.
Take it
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
Was? Is.
I had a girlfriend once. And a boyfriend. And a husband. Yes, at the same time. Yes, they all knew about each other.No, they weren't all together too.Well, my husband and my girlfriend were. And my boyfriend was my girlfriends husband. So we were all together in some ways I suppose. Were? Was?Were... Was... It … Continue reading Was? Is.
Processing…
(TRIGGER WARNING- SA) I was told recently that I 'take a long time to get over things'. And I know it wasn't meant in malice, or said to make me feel any sort of way; but the truth is, it hurt. A lot. From the outside I can see how it would seem that I … Continue reading Processing…