Bite ya tongue
We end up off-centre on my bed, with me below him, as he relentlessly fucks my mouth. I’m twisted slightly at an angle and I can feel the side of my tongue being pushed into the sharp edge of my teeth with every thrust.
Hiding Behind Words
Being “outed” has never held that much concern for me. But now that I’m writing about my very personal life – especially because what I like to write is often dark or difficult – that’s started to change.
Love in dark places
I find Kristan, and we leave to go to another party. When we get there we lightly mingle. We do illicit things. He fucks me in a sex swing in almost pitch blackness. Pulls my bodysuit aside and rips a hole in my tights to get to me.
On Crying
It is an effort to still my breathing and swallow sobs. There is a place inside that they are all forced into until my chest feels like it might expand and burst. I bite my cheeks and swallow again. Feel my eyes widen with the effort. Squeeze them shut.
Look at what the light did now
There is a crack in everything – that’s how the light gets in…
Flicker and glow
I am alone and naked on the bare mattress as I hear him removing things from the drawer where the things that hurt live, and I am enjoying the last few moments of curling up and into myself. I press my thighs and forearms together, hold my own hands.
Day Two
This week’s #sinfulsunday features my arse, the day after being severely and professionally caned by a pro-domme friend of mine. […]
Dog days
He asks if I am sore, leaning over me with one hand on my back to keep me down, pressing himself up against the entrance of my cunt. We are both breathing heavily, muscles slightly tensed in that taut, tight way that happens just before fucking. He tells me – matter-of-factly – that he doesn’t actually care if I am am sore as he pushes inside me.
Thursday Afternoon
I walk back to town with my best friend, where I’ve agreed to meet him. I tell her not to wait, because I want to be on my own when he arrives. I am suddenly self-conscious about how I might seem to her, who I might become when I’m with him.
Shhhhh.
I let my leg loll heavy in his hands, mimic being relaxed, unconscious. He traps it between his thighs, pushes my legs further apart. This is the moment, I think, that things start to feel a lot more wrong. But it’s okay because I am asleep.