Find the pieces of me that make me the most of who I am and gently shred them. The places I hold closest to my heart and lay them bare. Spread wide. Slip your fingers into the warm velvet of my vulnerability, the slick crevices of my mind where I hide parts of my heart… Continue reading You Know Me
Category: Erotica
I Want You To Wreck Me
I want you to wreck me. Eyes closed, taste the succor of words, unexpected but perhaps all the more potent because of it. Flash images of tears that never come, brimming just over the edge of a line I never cross. I can’t transcribe what I see in my mind, but god, I ache for… Continue reading I Want You To Wreck Me
Fuck (I Love You)
Gasping. My knees ache and I don’t care. My pulse in my body, on the surface of my skin, throbbing. His hands on the rope, pulling, fighting. I struggle to sit up and he lifts me, growling something incoherent and slams me back down to fight with the ends tangling and wrapping, charged, electric with… Continue reading Fuck (I Love You)
Countdown
CN: needles “We’ll do it on three, on the exhale,” he says. I nod, trembling. I want to say I never wanted this, but the truth is that I never wanted to want this. Bottoming for needleplay has been a hard limit for as long as I can remember, but hard limits born from fear… Continue reading Countdown
The Metallic Taste of Blue
He searches my face, looking in and through my eyes. I cock my head, raise an eyebrow. “What?” I whisper. He shrugs. “Just looking to see if your eyes are doing any fun things.” “And are they?” I ask. “Mmmmm,” comes the non-committal reply, echoed in the small smile tugging at the corner of his… Continue reading The Metallic Taste of Blue
In Shifting Dreams
I fell into sleep with the thought that if I ever claim the threshold of my own desires, it would be a fearsome thing to behold, and woke to the warmth of soft, gentle tears from the beauty of the echoing dreams. I fear what I want and I want what I fear. The crimson… Continue reading In Shifting Dreams
Transitions and Transience
I folded myself over on the couch, burying my face into his warmth. “I don’t know how to want you right now,” I said, “but I do.” Transitions are inherently awkward and god, there have been so many lately. For someone who loves movement, the shifting, chaotic whirlwinds of change, it’s been hard to know… Continue reading Transitions and Transience
Write Me a Story
“Write me a story,” he says. “Something you haven’t written before. Something hard, something that makes your stomach churn and sink at the thought of hitting ‘send.’ Write something honest, something hard, something real. Write something for me.” For him. Laying in the bed, sheets tangled and twisted around my legs, the light tinting my… Continue reading Write Me a Story
Hooked
“Tell me what you’re thinking about?” “Thinking about finding out what happens when I tie an anal hook to a strict neck line and see how many times you can cum tied to my bed.” A snippet of a drunk conversation from weeks ago that I hardly expect him to remember. It’s one of many… Continue reading Hooked
Flash Fantasies
Flash. Blindfolded. Rough hands, touching gently, then grasping hard enough to pull the gasp from my lips. Then nothing, absence. Cool, metal, keen and sharp. Lips parted. Oh. Pressure, there. A small burn, then warm, wet, lips drinking the blood pooling on the surface of my skin. Shivering, cold where they drank me in. I would give… Continue reading Flash Fantasies
Monomaniacism 