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He stepped into my parlor..
Posted:Oct 11, 2014 12:50 am
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2021 9:37 am
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I walked in to the room and he was crouched over removing his shoes, so he didn’t notice me. I came up from behind him and drew a nail along the center of his back, tracing his spine, digging in occasionally just to watch him squirm. Pausing just before the pants I leaned in to remind him he was not to be totally naked, but that the pants he had on had to go. I brought a few knives, and the last time I played with them they shredded a few choice items from another willing body. Tonight would be no different.

I bought his jeans, t-shirt, and suspenders at the local good will. I tossed them to him with a playful grin, put these on. I guessed at the size. Since I have played this game a time or two, I was as accurate as the local tailor.

Men..., are so easy to size up.

You dress as I tell you and I leave the room. The strap in the hall slides easily off the wall as I snap its brass ring free on my way to the room. I grab a canvas bag, alcohol spray bottle, and a few hand towels and make my way back to the dungeon. You greet me with a smile as I hand you all of it, and you’re met with a sharp pinch to your right nipple, quickly followed by a swift face slap upon seeing you wince.

I hate seeing you wince. Look me in the eye and take it. Tsk tsk it bothers you that I see it as weakness which only feeds my likeness for its reaction in you.

You hear a noise.

You feel a push.

You’re laying back and the room switched. I am straddling you while sliding a hood gently over your head. Openings allow me to see your beautiful steel grey eyes, and feel your warm breath. This makes both of us exhale in unison. I smile and draw your head in as I whisper softly what it is I am about to do to you.

I slide the steel blade across your neck as I draw your head back.

I lean in and slide my tongue along the white line left by the tip.

I feel you swallow, and then try to swallow again, only to struggle breathing with me as I pull back harder on your head.

My maniacal laughter fills your ears as I swing you up in time to catch your breath.

Step this way pet.
I have a surprise for you,
was all you heard.
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Reality Bites.
Posted:Nov 20, 2013 4:48 am
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2021 9:38 am
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Reality often slaps the faces of fools that try to betray her. She takes what she wants and pities no one.

I am in service to her every whim. She seduces me by her relentless teasing. Armed with my delusions, she taunts me with the very things I create. She succumbs to no one's faulty, rose colored views and only warrants revenge on those that dare to snare her.

She will trip you as you settle deep in your comfortable complacency, and she will laugh as you try to control her. Your admittance is her only hope, that without her, you're nothing.

She can have you reeling one moment, then send you hurling earthbound in a mind numbing free fall. Your submission and admission that she has all control is all she's after. Your fighting only stirs her deep enough to give you what it is you think you crave, only so she can laugh at your follies in the end.

She is a great teacher, that beautiful Reality.
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was it the dance, or the drink, or the talk that led to this?
Posted:May 12, 2011 8:24 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2021 9:38 am
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I’ve written about myself, as well as others, and I apologize if it makes me look self centered, or self obsessed if I enjoy writing about myself more. I have stood in favor of those I loved, supported them in their endeavors, and watched no one know how to support me. I have helped launch new careers, new spiritual paths, as well as given deep meaningful looks in to people that generally ask me for help with something they struggle with. Why should I feel self centered for bringing my focus in a little more narrow.

I am my protagonist, my antagonist, and my heroine all rolled up in to one confused mass of human flesh. I watched a man make a coiled hemp ball yesterday; and I could relate. Yes I am “that” self centered. I am constantly working on my next “piece” even before my current pieces are complete, hence leaving them unattended for the obsessive moment or three.

How are we going to do this? I asked him nervously. “You’re going to throw your legs on top of my shoulders and I’ll guide you up”. The tone seemed innocent enough but the whirlwind of thoughts now crowding my obedient mind is overwhelming. Nevermind, maybe just a dangling from the rope, I mumble. “No you can do this, I’ll show you”, he says with every bit the confidence Noah needed to muster to get that ark built. His eyes sparkle when he doesn’t even know it and it’s distracting to a point that pulls you in, momentarily, and reassures your soul that it has not made another weird mistake. Okay, but this bra is killing me, I blurt out giggling.

I have an odd sense of humor, think Erma Bombeck and Dr Seuess meeting and having a , and allowing Dr Ruth to raise it. That’s me. Ya can’t miss the resemblance of character. The fact my attention span is that of a knat, add a little of Garfield while you’re at it. I’m not add, trust me I was tested, but I do often look among their lots as I tend to launch off misguided an shit. However, today was no different than the last time a man said that to me. I have trust issues, and they run very deep. This man was not asking me to the prom, he wasn’t asking me to have his baby, he wasn’t confessing a life of love with me, he asked me to trust him. Why do I tend to hear the other voices from the past that have failed to make their word, and the truth, the same thing?

I’m a lost soul on earth, I have heard that before. I have never claimed to have any sort of direction, I have never seen the bad in people, only the good, until the parts I missed, directly affect me, then I see nothing but challenging and difficult. I don’t go looking to hurt people, but for some reason seem to attract others that not only want to hurt me, but make me smaller than I am. This boggles me to no end. If I’m worth fighting with and hating, why continue to harass me only to get me fighting and hating you, in return? I’m angry I called some people friends, and allowed them so much control over the way I perceive myself I fear making those same mistakes again. COMPLETELY unaware of how I made them to begin with, doesn’t leave a lost bitch much to fiddle with.

So I grab the hook as instructed, giggle for two minutes because my head cannot stop thinking of silly scenarios and he is adding to the mix with his own stories of suspensions past. One high kick coupled with a leap, and my right leg is on his shoulder, quickly followed by my left leg as he now thrusts me upward. Tying, tying, twisting tying, and more tying. I am now adhered to the beautiful ornate shiny thing that has now captured all thoughts focused in to it. For once, I am without thought. I have never done this before. I have no past performances with any one to compete with this precious moment. My thoughts are silent. My ears open as he explains everything in great detail, paying special attention to the parts I do not want to do, or see happen.

I am a student for the very first time in a very long time. And holy fuck, I’m teachable.

photo credit; ModusVitaeSF
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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free...
Posted:May 1, 2011 6:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2017 2:29 am
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What I wanted, was to be taken against my will; to be forced, coerced into partaking in a devious, precarious situation. I wanted to be told that it’d be dangerously okay, no one will know. Hand over my mouth as I try to scream, out. Fingers pressing into my jaw, as you held your hand securely, pinching my lips with no thought, or care. Shoving my head down repeatedly, lower, lower, and even lower yet. Eventually, the scream dissolved in my parched throat, resembling the low purring growl of a hungry cougar.

Your other hand nestled in to the thick mane conveniently gathered in one sweep of a tail, on top of my head. I don’t move, you’re much stronger than I am. I stare, deeply at first, unblinking, in to your eyes, searching your entire being, pleading almost, for the shred of decency I am hoping you will not bestow upon me. A quick searing slap to my cheek, as I gasped for the much needed air, quickly filling my lungs, and I am reminded you are completely, and utterly in control.

I watch as the muscles in your face tighten then release. I feel your pulse through your fingertips, as they glide upwards along my exposed neck and fold firmly around my throat. You have always done this with the delicate manner of a jackhammer operator on parade. I squint as you tighten. You smile at my discomfort. Your face showing signs of aging. Signs of unhappiness, and signs of giving up. But you don’t, you won’t, and you simply cannot. You will never let me win.

You ask me to whom I belong; it is the same when last asked, the answer never changes. You search my eyes for betrayal. There is none. You smile and slap my face free of your other hand, and before I could answer, you said you knew it.

A small drop of blood spattered my leg, and with that…you left.

title by Michelangelo
photo by ModusVitaeSF
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asked why I come
Posted:Jan 9, 2011 4:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2021 9:39 am
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I have been asked recently why I am on alt. I question that myself why I'm still here. I write blogs, I chat, and I meet new friends. I keep in touch with old ones, and I learn about new ideas. I use the chat feature mostly, if I answered every email I'd use that more, but I chat. I'm not looking for my next ex, this isn't my way of beating out the personal sites. I chat.

I have met some pretty wonderful people, some have moved on for other things and others remain. We're friendly, engaging, and perfectly content.

I guess if I'm not looking to get screwed, be screwed, or screw you I am not supposed be here?

Wheres the fun in that? 2011 is supposed to be about fun, excitement, and adventure...
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