I’m in the bedroom. Bent double over the foot of the bed, ankles cuffed to the posts, arms tied above and behind my head. Face in the mattress.
You wish
I can see you watching me. Oh, you avert your eyes when I look around, you pretend to be deep in conversation, oblivious and unconcerned. But I know you’re looking. You can’t help yourself, can you? You know that under…
BDSM: behind the sex mask
Until very recently, sex for me had never been an act of intimacy. Quite the opposite in fact, I used sex as a way to hide from myself, and hide myself from others. Any connection or communication I achieved was…
Only dreaming
From the very depths of my masochistic painslut kink, a disturbingly ambiguous monologue on dark fantasies
Look both ways
Laugh into the void cast your shadow whereverdarkness has prevailed Original photo by the fabulous Stuart F. Taylor
Top 2019 Posts
It’s the last day of the year, a new decade about to start (in which I turn 40, which is fine and totally not terrifying at all), but other than that, an arbitrary and abstract line stitched across the unrolling…
All Yours
“He wants to see you. Downstairs.” Grace’s tone is ominous, a current of dark humour running beneath the surface, echoing the red trim on her gleaming black PVC catsuit. ‘Downstairs’ means the cellar, a tiny windowless room that he and…
Sexorcism
Exorcism-themed BDSM threesome; a fantasy of kinky correction
Impulse Control
inscribed with desire my old sins cast long shadows bound, to keep the peace Original photo by the brilliant Stuart F. Taylor Follow the kiss for more Sinful Sunday delights
Posh Boy
On the morning after another depressing Tory election win, I am reminded of a past encounter with a member of that tribe’s upper echelons… I’ve chosen a seat at the very back of the pub, a corner seat behind a…