D/s Erotica • Audio • Advice
Staring into your beautiful eyes as I entered you, something happened to me that had never happened before. Something that in all my years, felt akin to losing my virginity. Something greater though. I was whole, for the very first time in my life. I was one with you, in a way we longed for…
With my words, I captured your innocence, pulling you closer and closer to me with each letter I wrote. With each syllable that I spoke. I didn’t do anything spectacular. I just said what was in my heart, but every time I looked there, what I found was always you. My orange sky. I don’t have…
As I sip on a cup from a strong evening brew, I presume my MacBook Pro is lighting up my face, glowing in a pitch-black night sky. A cool alpine mist with wetness thick in the air, the stars that normally cascade across my new evening skies are somehow missing tonight, which I suppose makes…
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’…
I sometimes wish my ache for you was purely physical. That I could revert back into the sexually-driven mechanism that once occupied my being, back before you ever existed. That I did not see clearly when I look at you, the answer to all of the questions that I’ve ever asked. There will never be another…
“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…
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?”….
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together Told you I’d be here forever Said I’ll always be your friend Took an oath I’mma stick it out ‘til the end Now that it’s raining more than ever Know that we’ll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella You can stand under my umbrella…
In life, we are given some blessings and I feel it’s critical that we run with them, or we lose what it is that makes us who we are. It’s being a dad. A lover. A man. A woman. A mom. A son. A daughter. A brother. A sister. A hard worker. A writer. Fail…
Did you happen to realize that you have been leading me around by your collar? That string on your wrist might as well be on me, after all. I think it was supposed to signify that I am in control of something, but every time I tend to try and have an independent thought, it…
In all my years I’ve been with only a couple, maybe a few, that really hit a certain nerve. That really really mattered. That I happily gave the appropriate space in my mind to bask in the glory of the thought of their very existence. When I sang in the shower, I sang to them,…
You know I’m just a fool who’s willing To sit around and wait for you But baby can’t you see there’s nothing else for me to do I’m hopelessly devoted to you But now there’s no way to hide Since you pushed my love aside I’m outta my head hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted…
This written piece is a bit different than anything I’ve ever written, and I have written over a thousand pieces in less than a year and a half, so that must be saying something, right? If this were a category, I suppose it would a “romantic”. It would also be a nonfiction and a history…
I told myself: “No new writings today.” I have a ton of things to do and writing here seems pretty trivial when I consider all that is on my plate. Pushing buttons on a laptop for the touchy demographic is hardly a good use of my time when I look at my to-do list. Nevertheless,…
Something special happens to you Kitten when I issue your tasks. This a little part of us that I don’t share here on this blog, and for the most part, it will remain that way. However, I think I can speak in generalities in this uniquely personal post, explaining to all those subs out there what…
I am no fucking pussy. I claim what is mine. When I set my sights on you, I knew right away that I had to have you. The first time I heard your voice, something happened and it was apparent to me that this was not like anything else. The first words rang in my…
We are not very disciplined, are we Kitten? I really try and wrap my head around why but at some point stop giving a fuck and the ache for more of you consumes me. Telling myself to be determined lasts all of five minutes and then I just want your body in my grasp so…
Often my written words articulate my passion for rough sex, dominance, and submission, the beautiful aspects of the feminine form, or just my role in life. Yanking a woman by her hair, tossing her down, pinning her down by the neck while I finger her pussy from barely wet to Schlitterbahn status. Face-planted into her…
Codes that mean something to only two people who read this blog. I think the rest of you can do the math. Or not. You see, each person who has ever been in a relationship knows that we all can relate to those little things that only you two get to share. Each relationship has them,…
Girly-like nostalgia is a warm blanket I now find myself snuggling up to lately, showcasing the masculinity of a fucking Backstreet Boy as I reflect in hindsight over some of the most formative months of my life. Quite the rollercoaster we’ve been on, my love; I really am not certain of anything anymore, other than…