Like a Damp Wedgie He told her, “Tomorrow will be a very special day for you, little one.” Continuing with devilish confidence as he spoke. “Be prepared. You will crave me — more than you imagined you thought you could. By the end of the night, you will practically run to any place you can…
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Steer Clear
Just be glad you don’t actually fuck me tonight. I have had about all the week I can stomach and I am in an anger fuck mood tonight. If you bring that sweet little pussy anywhere near me, I am going to hate fuck my hate fuck right into your delicate little holes with no…
Dark Sarcasm In The Classroom
“You are such a good girl,” is the first thought that I have upon entering the room, as I find you just as I had commanded. Welling up with a sense of pride, but I cannot show you my gratification just yet, as I look down to see heaven awaiting me in the flesh. You’ve…
And The Hills Are Alive
With The Sound Of Music Distinct and intoxicating would be the way I would best describe it. Your subspace voice carries a sound that only I know really well — even you are hazy on the tune. It’s when you have had more than your fair share of passion at the hands of me, as…
All Or Nothing
The very thought of going back to vanilla after knowing firsthand the emotional rawness that accompanies dominance and submission is like eating McDonald’s after dining at Spago. No fucking thank you — I’d rather starve. What I didn’t realize until afterward, was that once you dive entirely into D/s, everything else looks like a wallpaper…
The Scriptwriter
You walk in the door and I already know the script before it ever plays out. I know, because I am the scriptwriter. Dominant to my core, I stopped fighting this a long time ago and only accepting people in my world who’d embrace it; who want to submit, not force me to be the…
Needy Little Holes
I know you well.you are a part of me.I know you better than I know myself.I know you best,better than anyone.I know you better than I know myself.You are a part of me.You are just a part of me,You are just a part of me,You are just a part of me,You are just a PART…
I Want Your Soregasm
Soft was never my style. Neither was a lack of confidence, but you know that very well. You see, you are going to ache for me so intensely that the mere thought of my dominion will soak your panties. By the time you’ve finished reading this, you’ll know I am right. You will want, so…
Just Ask
This when I nestle my ambition and wants inside your mind, Little One. You may not realize what is happening yet, but I do. But it sure feels good to be writing to you again, My Love. It just never felt quite right putting pen to paper apart. We both know that daily, my ache…
Feel Me, When You Walk
A week passes and I know that you ache for me on an indescribable level. You ache, in every sense of the word.
Your body – still feeling the residuals of my presence.
With each stride, and with each time you lift your leg and move about, you remember what I did to you and it sends you into a memory of me. You hurt a little less each day and you wish so bad that you hurt a little more. The feeling now leaving you every time you wake into a new day, and each new day starting now signifies distance from the moment I left your body. Distance from when I was inside you – a thought you cannot bear thinking.
Abracadabra: Now Touch
It’s been far too long Miss Touchy since I tricked you with my sleight of hand.Like Copperfield and Houdini, pretty soon as the words cascade across your mind, I will make you look one direction while I am doing something else. It is all part of my sinister plan to pull you in, engage you, make you clutch your heart, then your netherworld, as you begin to realize that man with the words somehow just made you dripping wet. I intend to build you up with anticipation and make you wait for the inevitable sexy ending, all to find out in the aftermath that I was toying with you all along.So you may want to ease back in your seat for this one little lady — I have one motivation and only one motivation right now.I want to make you cum.Hard.The orgasm that currently resides inside your feminine body has my name written all over it and I’m going rip it from your soul like I am starting a lawnmower. You see, my ego is a dangerous force to be reckoned with at times, and right about now, he is starving for your legs to shake.
Everything but the Ropes
I often get the “sure, yeah whatever”, internet stare of death from my touchy demographic as I write about the tenth orgasm flooding over my counterpart, and all I say when I talk about the things that I describe on my blog is this: “everything, but the ropes.” Everything I write in is 100% spot…
The Answer is No
The Not So Pure Nani
Miss Anonymous. One sexy woman whom has become a good friend through this bizarre place we call Tumblr. You are dear to me; this one is for you. Hope you enjoy it. It was written for an audience of one. -TRD From their last encounter, Her purity had been left behind like a set of…
Audio: My Y Chromosome
Your Sex Hangover
And How You Ache to Be Sore “I can’t even get up,” she said. “My vagina is fucking worked.” These are the words I hear, gasping out of you as you lay there, sprawled across the white linens, your body just having been rocked to the core from the passionate fuckfest that just crushed you. ‘Sore’…
Audio: One Man’s Perspective – Fingering a Woman
Audio of One Man’s Perspective – Fingering a Woman
The Autobiographical Love Letter: A Funky New Prose
Lately, my pen is heavy. I’ve been writing much much more than normal. Nonstop, in fact. Pages and pages and pages flow out of me, as I am a pitcher pouring words, not water. Nouns and consonants just fucking each other like newlywed Mormons, reproducing words at a rate to make the Catholics shake their…
I Wonder If There Are Orange Skies In Iowa
“Check out this song that I put on our playlist. It is so beautiful”, she said. She emphasized for him to “listen for the repeating phrase towards the end. It is how I feel about us. It is how I feel — about you”. So, he listened. He recalls that day well. Sitting outside alone…
Here I Go Again On My Own
A smidgen of anxiety kicks in, as I remember Tawny Kitaen almost fucked up the hood of two classic cars, and now David Coverdale’s lame ass song is stuck in my head for the better part of a day, I fear. Seriously, Dave? “Just another heart in need of rescue, Waiting on love’s sweet charity?”….