The brilliance

… I spread my arms with my palms to the sky. I lifted my chin to expose my throat to her. I grinned. I closed my eyes.

I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”

— Yardbird

*thump*

That’s me falling to the floor.

That line… that line… is the awesome brilliance…

*reads it again…*

 

I quietly said, “Bring it, woman.”

*thump*

Sometimes, there is a line, a look, a phrase that hits me just right, that swims around in my head for days, that I revisit and turn over and handle with glee until it is filthy dirty and used … Continue Reading

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Kissing, is all

I saw a boy today that I wanted to kiss.

On my way to work on the train, he was maybe 40, fit, a little rough, with a strong imperfect face, unconventionally beautiful and serious, wide jaw, furrowed brow, a shock of thick dark messy hair. I stared at him, sunglasses on, I watched him. His face came alive as he talked to a little girl, became sweet, gentle, soft smiles. He had much-regretted tattoos, mostly hidden under his sweatshirt, occasionally he looked my way, once locking on, not really with interest, mild curiosity. I didn’t look away, staring rudely, … Continue Reading

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My orgasm

What I do love, do, and love, is to make him look into my eyes when he comes because it’s mine, his orgasm… I want to get inside him and take it from him, to experience it with him, to see it in his eyes, his acknowledgement that it’s mine, to feel his surrender of it to me.

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Second one nighter

He was Clark Kent, tall and built and conservative, with glasses, sweetly attentive, a combination of youthful cocky and shy insecurity. More than ten years younger, he had lied about his age, “I thought you wouldn’t be interested if you knew how young I was.”

I had taken him home some weeks before, after a formal function, a night of drinking, dancing, flirting, and later fumbling one-night sex, hot and steamy and awkward, with bodies slamming and urgent whispered instructions punctuating other wordless sounds.

I had not spoken to him since, I was not interested, but tonight, at the event, … Continue Reading

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Birthday suit

I wore it especially for today…

It is International Femdom Day, and Ridley Scott is documenting the day just for me. People of the world are good to me…

Presents? Of course you may send presents!! Silly question.

Happy birthday to me.… Continue Reading

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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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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

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