I’m out of time again, that pervasive sense that I have lost the luxury of being able to be afraid. Fear is a waste of time, a waste of moment, a wasted opportunity, and there are far too few of those. I should tell you. What I have is now, freezing in my skin, curled… Continue reading Out of Time
Category: Kink
Feels and Fears on Anal Sex
I was joking with a friend about how, if I wanted to write something truly vulnerable and terrifying, I would write about my feels and fears around anal sex. And then I thought about it more, and figured, eh, what the hell. It’s probably good to get them all out into one place anyway. K,… Continue reading Feels and Fears on Anal Sex
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
Small Gratitudes
I woke to a sense of golden peace, the deep, permeating kind that resonates in my bones. I’ve been thinking about gratitude lately- not just in the Thanksgiving sense, but in the sense of my life as a whole. A recent example: a sweetheart of mine texts me goodnight most nights, long after I’m already… Continue reading Small Gratitudes
Oral Sensations
I noticed it first with the table, the place where the wood has split just slightly and I felt the urge to sink my teeth into the weak points, the feel the wood splinter and crack in my mouth, shards like toothpicks. Rolling my jaw, my eyes wander. Clean, smooth edges of glass. The firm… Continue reading Oral Sensations
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
Warped Perspectives, New Directions
I don’t know if it’s ever truly possible to know how we are seen by the people who love us the most. The people we don’t know well are almost easier; I think many of us have a working understanding of the images we project outward and can grasp, somewhat, what People In General tend… Continue reading Warped Perspectives, New Directions
How You Sleep
Tell me how you sleep. I want to know the fleeting thoughts in the final seconds of consciousness that lull you toward dreams. Do you remember your dreams and if so, are they in full color? Do they start fresh every night or recur over and over like a well-loved movie? Do they tell you… Continue reading How You Sleep
Fucking History
When I am running toward, grasping for, hoping and building expectation, that is where I find myself most lost, unsatisfied and unsatiated, prone to disappointment, chain smoking on street corners and wondering where things went so wrong. I cannot seek redemption in other people, but I can find it in myself and this, this was… Continue reading Fucking History
Plunging Into the Mess
I had a strange night. I successfully did something I’ve been trying to figure out how to do for a couple of weeks (self-tied daruma), and damn, I was flying high off that for a little while. But when the endorphins wore off, man, I got all weird and feelsy. I took a shower and tried to… Continue reading Plunging Into the Mess
Monomaniacism 