Cultivating Dark Fantasies #QuoteQuest

  “Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.” ― Lana Del Rey     All of my darkest fantasies? The ones wriggled deep Down into the soil Of my soul...

More Sweet Treats #BeyondFetchat

I never fit the 2 muffin only box It was a squeeze, A pleasant squeeze quite often, don’t get me wrong. My love muffin is tasty And soft And deliciously moreish. But that’s the thing. I want MORE. Variety is the spice of life after all. Vanilla, cinnamon, ginger A sprinkle of nuts And sprinkles! So...

Dynamic Tapestry #QuoteQuest

  I can only have this with you. Just you. But I can have it differently with someone else You see, there isn’t just one person for me. There is a tapestry that I’m woven into under and over and through. The thread is the same but the pattern is different with every spank every...

As One #MasturbationMonday

  As one Your tongue on my cunt my mouth around your cock Joined. my pleasure your pleasure our pleasure mounting higher and higher as desperation cries louder and louder through your veins and mine. Your orgasm My orgasm Our orgasm Separately jointly ecstatically Together. we are one.  

Viral Togetherness #MasturbationMonday

Viral togetherness. What can’t be seen Like the spaces between Words. Like the oxygen in the air Invisible, indivisible, in there. Needed. What can’t be completely known Until it’s shown Care. What can’t be perceived Has to be believed Love. Although right now we can’t...

Taken from Behind #MasturbationMonday

  Fingers in flesh holding and pulling me tight to him. His hands gripping greedily claiming me externally as his cock sears his dominance in my cunt. I surrender to his wants I give in to his violence I submit ecstatically. I am used I am claimed I am viscerally wanted. Giving in to the...

Paradoxical Liberty #masturbationmonday

Tick tick tick Ticking over Over and over and Overthinking. Over feeling. Over it. My mind is a prison. Holding me Down Down in the muck of my soul. Soiled by the stench Of my fear. In here Always in here Inside my head. Break in Break out, Break me. Release. Sweet release. Release me. Free me in...

Trembling Heart #masturbationmonday

A trembling heart filled with want Wanton desire Wanted? That’s the sticky bit. Self doubt Shouting So loud. Drowning out the sound Of the beat beat,beat And the heat And the ache And dream Of what I could have, What I could be, What might be achieved, If I follow My heart. Caged up in...

The Colour of Friendship and Pain

  Royal Blue crop, tipped with leather Vibrating the air with a swish, that warns before it hits vibrating fear and want along my spine. Divine anticipation and hit. Red stripes from blue cane. Radiating warmth, blooming agony, and exploding ecstasy. I wiggle and writhe roll over and squeal...

Perseverance for Pain

  The counting. I love it. I hate it. He thinks it lets me take more. He’s right. When I know I only have to hold on until he says ‘5’ I persevere over panic. I barely register the first few. 1 then 2 pass but strike 3 where he hits the same bit is the hit that registers his...