15th Aug, 2017

Prod, Prod, Poke #WickedWednesday

Prod, prod poke.

 

The fearful anticipation, I don’t want it, the scream and the yelp as I pull away from the digging digit.  It shocks, it hurts, I want it to stop.

But oh, the sharp blossoming pain is so ecstatically good.

Marks. They’re amazing to look at, to track their changing shape and colour but their real beauty is in the way they hurt, don’t you think?…

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6th Aug, 2017

Three Sadists with Whips and Me #WickedWednesday

 

I ended up the target of three whips on Friday.

Again.

It wasn’t on purpose, I had no idea it was coming, but once the whipping started I wasn’t going to call for it to stop.

How did it begin? Well, I’m not really sure.…

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12th Jul, 2017

The Face in the Mirror #WickedWednesday

 

It’s the same as always, beauty spot by my lip, arching eyebrows, fine lines from laughter and frowns. Hair pulled up lazily in a clip, curls tumbling, parting zig-zagging, fuzzed and fluffed and messy.  My eyes peep under drooping lids, sleep in the corner as I travel from the dream world to reality.…

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7th Jun, 2017

Centre of Attention #WickedWednesday

 

 

I hate being blindfolded. I hate it so good.  Deprived of any kind of control, I can’t even see what’s coming to anticipate it. I find it scarier than being bound. At least when I’m restrained I have an idea of what’s to come, there are limits.…

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2nd May, 2017

Arrested by His Gaze #WickedWednesday #Eroticpoetry

 

Arrested by His Gaze

Held still, not by his hands, not by restraints not even by words.

Just his look.

I am most definitely in trouble.

My mouth dries, I lick my lips nervously.

My stomach flips, twists, turns

Like an acrobat.

Images flick through my mind,

Clip show style,

His hand round my throat,

Back against the wall.…

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