Posts Tagged ‘him’

My need for abuse is mounting. I have a beer in me and I’m well rested and the combination makes my skin tingle with sensitivity and anticipation. We have a few fingers of ginger in the fridge which have had me on edge since I bought them. My previous experience with ginger (which I thought […]

The serenity that I felt a few days ago is completely gone. I’m filled with an inner turmoil that I don’t know how to reconcile. My time in New York City has been better than anything I’d ever imagined. I’ve fallen in love harder than I ever have before and I feel an overwhelming, tight […]

The staying power of this relationship is extraordinary. I stare at him from across the room and I’m overcome with lust. He touches me and I get butterflies and goosebumps and I melt. I remember a year ago, when he would lean over and kiss me and I would get hot and faint. I’d have […]

He beats me when he’s sober too, but it’s even more convincing when he’s drunk. He gets sloppy and impulsive when he’s been drinking and he puts less thought into my torture.  He’s not as delicate and he cares less about how much I’m enjoying his smacks. He’s rough and selfish and makes no attempt […]



He told me he loves me. He kissed me and looked me in the eye and as his voice cracked with nervousness he spat it out in almost a question. He wrapped his arms around me and kised me again and held me as I felt my insides flush hot and my skin tingle. He […]

like a game.


Ejaculation without orgasm? Impossible. Yet here he was, not 15 seconds after fucking my brains out, dehydrating me as I shot warm musky fluid from my cunt onto his floor, ready to go again — to hold my legs behind my head and plow into me with a cock so hard I’d never imagined it […]

a haiku.


And now drunk again Quiet, full of desire Waiting. Squirming. Hot.

meta musings.


I can’t sleep. I woke up at seven, hazy and delirious and itchy as hell. I slept at his place again, and he’s balled up and dreaming. I counted his breaths earlier, trying to lose myself in the rhythm of it and drop off to sleep, but to no avail. I’m a horrible sleeper. He […]

He has bedbugs. After months of me insisting that those itches on his skin were simply an allergic reaction to something, I woke up coated in bites from the little suckers. I’m itchy and red and blotchy. I circled each bite before bed last night so I could make sure they weren’t in my own […]

hot and cold.


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 […]