Blow job

She crawls backwards, down his body, skin sliding on skin as she slips against him, he is restrained, open, vulnerable beneath her. His chest rises and falls quickly, deeply, almost hyperventilating as he waits, cock hard in fear and anticipation of what comes next.

She looks up at him, an amused expression on her face, her mouth close to the head of his cock, she does not touch it, breathes against him, watches it pulse as if it is a living creature, as if it would reach for her. He does not move.

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Please

It is the middle, somewhere, between things gone before and things to come, breathless and stateless and suspended in a half-pause between want and need. Voices coloured with prickly desperation.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me Ma’am”

“I didn’t hear you say please.”

“Please Ma’am, please fuck me, please please please please please…”

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Loves: 5
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I know…

We go to a kinky film festival – short films, an arts centre out in the middle of nowhere. The ticket collector is a big man decked out head-to-toe in a pink frilly little girl’s outfit – from pink sequined shoes to pink ruffled bonnet. He is carrying a giant multi coloured lollipop. I love that. To my disappointment, he is the only one who has ‘dressed’ for the occasion.

I am wearing killer heels, jeans, a sparkly black top. My lips are, just for the event, a dark glossy red, an aggressive bold colour, a colour I never … Continue Reading

Loves: 3
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But still…

I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much…

I am not melancholy… ok, maybe just a little bit… it is a cloudy and cool Sunday morning, this song just played on the music video show that is on while I am having coffee and I just love love loved it in a sweetly sad way…… Continue Reading

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Happiness creeping back

When I deal with difficult things, I compartmentalise. I have these little drawers in my head, it is something like an enormous storage vault in there, with endless sets of these drawers, like an old library room, with shelves and ladders, all dark and musty, and I shove things like the pain from my break up in one of them way down the back, close it, and skirt around it for a while.

This compartmentalising prevents me from walking around in a haze of hurtliness (which I guess is how it is in the very beginning, because in the beginning, … Continue Reading

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No looking back

“I’m not going to look back, ok?”

I pull him a little closer, leaning into him, “Ok baby.”

“I can’t.”

I nod, “It’s ok, I understand.”

More kissing, a desperate clinging, touching, petting, a terrible reluctance.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

“I belong to you, Ma’am,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod again, kisses, an inhalation of final tenderness, and underneath a yawning emptiness, a rising bitterness in my mouth already.

I finally pull away, “Bye beautiful. I miss you.”

“I miss you too… bye Ma’am.”

We part and I watch him walk away.

I wait.

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Loves: 2
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Can I…?

He is washing her, kneeling before her, warm water cascading over their bodies, his hands gliding over her soapy skin. She reaches down for a kiss, he opens his mouth to her and she tastes him in the wetness, it makes her sigh with pleasure.

He whispers something to her that she doesn’t quite hear… He is embarrassed, shy, unable to look at her. She makes him repeat it.

“Can I… put my tongue inside you, Ma’am?”, whisper-soft and hesitant.

It is an odd request and so specifically worded… she looks askance at him, puzzled. He blushes, mortified at himself, … Continue Reading

Loves: 3
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