Good on my Knees

There’s so much good that happens when I’m on my knees to please and tease and ease your cum from you into my mouth. To drip down my chin or within my cleavage. To revel in the scent the taste the sounds and sensations of submission and sex.

Masochist Motivations #MasturbationMonday

  I love how you hurt me. Hear you count the strokes in my mind soft, precise, unfaltering. I love how you tease me, so easily winding me to a frenzy til I scream and shout bad words, disgruntled noises, your name. I love how you control me. Your hand in my hair, your grip on my throat the way...

Sex

Sex… Base, dirty, thoughtless. Wrong. It’s what we’re told. What we’re sold is a sanitised sexy. Gets you admiring looks Then marriage and kids. A means to an ends. An act to endure not embrace. Sex Base, dirty, thoughtless Right? Wrong. Listen to your body Accept your...

Unrequited Lusts #MasturbationMonday

I wish I’d have slutted it up more But I was to shy Too doubting Too straight (I know, but the denial was strong my friends) Oh why did I hesitate? Piety, in part. Pure until marriage the right thing to do all that bullshit. but more so Fear. A conviction no one would ever Wanna fuck A fatty...

When We Danced #MasturbationMonday

When We Danced You took my hand and led me to dance In so many styles. Joyful waltzes in the public eye Spinning and laughing as the train times scrolled by. To and fro in the supermarket aisles Making me blush around ecstatic smiles. Intimate sways Amongst queers and gays As the lights flashed And...

My Iago Lies

I am my own Iago Planting lies and part truths where there are gaps In what I know. I sow the seeds of jealousy and despair In my own mind I know how to manipulate myself to hysteria. To get my own twisted way. Plunging me into suffering. Filling in what I don’t know With half truths based on...

Comfortably Joined #MasturbationMonday

  Our bodies lazily entwined Your legs over mine My hand on your thigh Which you cover with yours by and by.   Drawn together but half awake. Arms wrap round where they find space a kiss to the face Words mumbled softly as breathing gets deep.   Your head in my lap My fingers in your...

Kept in Mind

  It only takes A single stray thought To have me Hot, wet and needing You. My own hand brushing my neck Makes me crave For yours around my throat Squeezing until I’m breathless. Scents unlock memories of firsts. Fierce kitchen kisses flat against the wall. My lips feel strangely light...

The Want of Your Kiss

  I am driving myself quite mad for the want of your kiss today. For the pressure of your lips on mine, Gentle and soft like the brush of dandelion fluff on the air. Hard and demanding, gulping down my passionate adoration like oxygen. Bitingly cruel, sadistic in intent, Bruising my lips so I...

My Betrayer

    My Betrayer I can play the role quite convincingly. Protesting against your will, blushing and squirming at your words and actions. I can pretend that I am innocent that what you offer is evil temptation But my cunt is my betrayer. Your degrading words make me clench, your humiliating...

Take What is Yours #MasturbationMonday

  Take what is Yours Subdue my lips With your own. Press them down with hard kisses Show them who’s boss with piercing nibbles, fasten them together with the weight of your desire. Choke me With your power Grasp and squeeze until the breath rattles free. Until I surrender everything under your...

The Architecture of my Downfall

  I wrote this poem a few days before I was due to see H again. It was a mundane thought that sparked it – I was thinking of what to say in case I was asked about the marks by a medical professional – and from the first line, a whole poem grew. I think it fits quite well for the...

Transfiguration

Transfiguration I come to you. Bowed under the burden of my anxieties from mundane to insane and back again. Zig-zagging through my mind a million times a minute. Telling myself there’s nothing in it and carrying on Under the weight of worry and the constriction of holding it—well...

Exploring Desires

  Want. I want you. I want to touch your body, I want to explore your soft and hard contrasts, To find all the secret spots that make you gasp and moan and writhe. Miss. I miss you. I miss all of you. I miss all of you on all of me. Together bound with lust, laugher and love. The strongest...