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Thursday Confessional
All that I share with you, belongs to only us.
Regardless of other lovers I may take or you may take.
Regardless of the damnable truth of logistics, be they numbers on a calendar or miles on a map.
The place we occupy is ours alone.
I come to you in that place, only yours. I offer you all that I have there. I lay myself bare, there. In that place we ( Read more... ) -
Tuesday Confessional. Yeah.
So this is the way it’s going to be today.
It’s about his pleasure…not mine. But in the end, his pleasure is always mine anyway, so why does it matter?
I’ve been mouthy today, though…lived up to the Bratty title. He usually just smirks at me, but this time, that’s not happening.
He sent me to my room. Told me to get myself ready for him. I have a ( Read more... ) -
Wednesday Confessional
I trust you.
I trust your heart. I trust your mind. I trust your intentions. I trust what you want…for yourself….for me.
And so because I trust…I will give you my power. I give you my will. I turn the fear of things unknown over to you.
Say it. And I’ll do it. Tell me to give it….It’s yours.
Cover my eyes, so I have to trust your voice…your touch. ( Read more... ) -
Friday Confessional
Innocuous brown package in the mail.
It’s been an utter shit day, and your keys are tossed onto the table and your shoes are kicked off. The sofa feels pretty damn good as you sink into it to scratch a kitty or two and to grab the package. Written on the back are the words, “Enjoy. Think of me.”
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Tuesday Confessional 09/16/14
The smooth, shiny balls are heavy in my hand. They are weighted on the inside, so whenever I move them, they shimmy. There’s a cord that connects them…about two inches in length. Then there is a cord for…retrieval.
I clean them and bring them with me into my room. There is faint light through the blinds…enough that I can see the slight flush of ( Read more... ) -
Wednesday Confessional
My blood moves like molasses through my veins. The entire world seems to have slowed to a crawl as I wait for him. A strip of satin covers my eyes and I am unable to see anything, but I can hear...I can smell...I can most decidedly feel ( Read more... ) -
For My Friends Who've Stuck Around
The way her lower lip slips between her teeth as she nibbles, waiting for you, makes you feel like a god. You know what that plush, plump, fullness tastes like…feels like. You’ve nibbled it yourself. It has ghosted over every inch of your body. Its pinkness wrapped around your finger…and…elsewhere.
A red satin blindfold covers her brown eyes as well ( Read more... ) -
Am I even going to do this right????
Leave me an anonymous comment with three hints as to who you are and see if I can guess it.
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Ode to those Blue Eyes
You have made my days ( Read more... )
