I like the thought of you wanting me like this, dressed up in a suit and tie and my chest flattened down and a silicone cock making a soft bulge in these well-ironed pants. I like thinking about your face, straightening my tie before we go with that hint of a smirk playing at the… Continue reading Boys in Suits
Category: Kink
Missing
I don't do well with missing. Missing out, missing people, missing things, missing opportunities, missing anything. It's never been a forte of mine, and it's been a thread that’s been weaving through my life lately. Note my displeasure. “Missing” sits like a lump in my throat, one I just can't clear. I’ll forget, for awhile,… Continue reading Missing
On Rope, Self-Tying, and Body Image
So uh, I've been doing a lot of rope lately, which isn't altogether surprising. When I get something stuck in my teeth, I tend to go hard at it for a while until I either integrate it into my life or let it drop off (guess which direction this one is going?). Doing a lot… Continue reading On Rope, Self-Tying, and Body Image
You Wanted Hard
“What do you want?” he asked, softly, the words tactile as his breath caresses my ear. I want to put in a butt plug and use you as a fuck toy while I jack myself off, I think. I want you to tie me in double futos and fuck me until I can’t think straight, or at… Continue reading You Wanted Hard
Bone Resonance
When you touch me, I feel it in my teeth, an echoing reverberation, a bone resonance. The electric current of my skin is just the tempestuous surface of a chasm, but your fingertips slice through it like water to stroke the rigid, unyielding shape of my body and it gives, just a little, just enough.… Continue reading Bone Resonance
Emotional Masochism
After morning coffee talks about sounding and scene-building and fear play (as ya do), my brain went on a rampage of building scenes for myself that would fuck with my head real bad. So I started making a list...and in that list, started finding a common theme. For me, emotional and psychosocial masochism is the… Continue reading Emotional Masochism
I had this crazy thought that autumn might come quietly
I found a piece of broken glass on the concrete where I pressed my cigarette into the ground and resisted the urge to test its edges. I rediscovered my needle kit last night and opened it, hands itching for violence and skin too afraid to feel. I had this crazy thought that maybe we could… Continue reading I had this crazy thought that autumn might come quietly
Safewords, CNC, and How We Define Consent
This has been ruminating for some time, and recent conversations with several people- including discussing co-teaching a class on CNC-have brought it back to the forefront of my mind, along with the general community-wide discussions of consent. So, I figured now is as good a time as any. The content warnings are what you would… Continue reading Safewords, CNC, and How We Define Consent
The Right Kind of Space: (Re)Starting a Rope Journey
I am really bad at being bad at things. Extraordinarily terrible at it. And a lot of skill-based things require time, dedication, practice, and-perhaps most importantly-failure. Failure often teaches us more than success does. It helps us learn and grow, hopefully in a fairly safe environment, so that we don't risk further harm to ourselves… Continue reading The Right Kind of Space: (Re)Starting a Rope Journey
Gentle Reminders for Dropsy-Feelsy Day
I will never be a tiny, petite human. My body isn't built that way. That is ok. The people in my life like me just fine in the skin I’ve got. Attraction is not a stagnant, fixed thing. It's ok that I look vastly different. Let's be fair; there aren't a lot of people who… Continue reading Gentle Reminders for Dropsy-Feelsy Day
Monomaniacism 