Archive for the ‘submission’ Category

All I can think about right now is being beaten. I want nothing more. Naked, tied to a bed. Blindfolded and bent over. Spanked red. Pulled taught between the bedposts and teased. Oh, the teasing. I don’t care what’s used, a finger, a tongue, a toy, a knife. Just tease me until I’m begging you […]


My computer is sitting in pieces on a friend’s couch, where it has been for the last two weeks. It’s a horrible excuse for neglecting you readers, but it’s the only one I have. Hopefully I’ll get it back this week, but in the meantime, GorgeousSexyVixen has been nice enough to lend me a keyboard […]


hot and cold.

10Jun08

Things reach a new level when fantastic sex becomes the norm. Especially if it’s followed immediately by more fantastic sex. We wandered through the village last night, searching for a pair of non-furry handcuffs, then came home and immediately put them to use. NYC is burning like hell. People are lazy and hot and I […]


enslaved.

02Jun08

Sex with him is fucking fantastic. We got frisky the other night. He got creative. He fucked me stupid. But first he took pictures of me. Or, first he tied me to the corners of his bed loft and then he took pictures of me. It was one of the hottest things we’ve ever done, […]


choked up.

08May08

There’s something wildly arousing about an empty room. Bare walls, bare mattress, empty drawers and empty counter-tops. Homeboy and I fucked on a sleeping bag topped with a towel so that he had somewhere to sleep after I left. He’d left his ropes and condoms unpacked, knowing full well that we’d need them before he […]


If you missed part 1… He picks up the blade and starts running it across my stomach. I hold still, trying not to flinch. Trying not to get so overwhelmed by the insanity and fear that I jolt and cut myself. He asks about my unresponsiveness and I can’t reply. He asks if I like […]


I’m missing him A LOT. But I swore I wouldn’t bother him and I intend to keep my word. All I can do is fantasize… solidify my inklings of imagination and desire and pretend he’s here with me. Maybe he’ll even read this. Maybe he’ll like it. I really hope so. … I’m tied to […]