Crying Out Loud

  I think it’s quite apt that my post is about pain,humiliation and crying when the prompt is ‘Pleasure.’ This is all pleasure to me. Even though it seems like quite the opposite. It is my greatest pleasure. And thanks to Molly Moore for letting me know Humiliation is the...

The Eating

  So I stood and watched H cook. (If you’re wondering what I’m on about you might want to read part 1 The Meeting) sipping on water, appreciating their body (They’d removed their t-shirt ‘cos they were hot. And rawwwrr they’re so fucking hot) and chatting gently. Kinda aware that my dress was...

Anxious Anticipation.

  Anxious Anticipation. Teetering between terrified and ecstatic. My stomach flips between anxious, flittering butterflies and growling, hungry lion as I think of you  and I together. I want you, Oh, how do I. If I counted the ways I’d be here ‘til a week on Wednesday at least. But it is my...

Erotic Visitation

  Continuing my theme of fevered anticipation, another writing based on my recent experience of wanting someone so much I physically ache. Goddamn it April, hurry your ass up!   Erotic Visitation I am haunted By the weight of your lips on mine. The taste of you, the shape of you, the want...