September 23, 2018

My whole self offered up.
Like a sacrifice on an ancient stone altar.
The oldest and most pure ritual in the world,
of one human soul putting itself completely in the hands of another.
You take me as I am.
As I was.
As I will be.
You have made me yours and I will stop at nothing to bring you peace, happiness, contentment…
anything you ever desire.
This is my purpose.
The answer to all of my whys.
The quiet place that was always…

Christine Rogers Odell

Vulnerability Study

September 23, 2018

your face turning from mine
to keep from cumming

8 strawberries in a wet blue bowl

baba holding his pants
up at the checkpoint

a newlywed securing her updo
with grenade pins

a wall cleared of nails
for the ghosts to walk through

Solmaz Sharif

nowhere to flee

September 23, 2018

fun in the woods - Thomas Petersen

Suppose someone told you: your shadow sees you, it sees you all the time. Do you understand? Suddenly you experience a strange sensation: the hands at your sides feel like someone else’s and you are aware of how absurdly you’re swinging your arms and how out of step you are. Then suddenly I can barely resist turning around to look — but looking back at anything is forbidden; my neck is locked. And I run and run, faster and faster, and at my spine, I feel it: the shadow is behind me, going faster and faster, and there is nowhere to flee, nowhere…

Yevgeny Zamyatin
Ttranslator Natasha Randall

struggle to get a peek

September 23, 2018

Fingering for fun

I wondered what it felt like for her to be sitting on the floor like a dog while I fucked her boyfriend. She could barely see over the mattress from way down there. She had to struggle to get a peek.

She was a mess, clothes half off, grinding against her own hand, hair dishevelled, we could hear how wet she was as she whined and rubbed her clit. It was clear how much she liked it from the slick-squish sounds her fingers made, how humiliating. We paid no attention, her boyfriend and I were too busy making each other moan to notice such a pathetic girl on the floor. I suppose I kept him too distracted.

She begged for permission to cum. We ignored her.

Her Dirty Little Heart

sadness in everything

September 23, 2018

There was sadness in everything — in the room, in the ringing bird-calls from the garden, in the lit, golden lawn beyond the window, with its single miraculous cherry-tree breaking in immaculate blossom and tossing long foamy sprays against the sky. She was sad to the verge of tears, and yet the sorrow was rich — a suffocating joy.

Rosamond Lehmann
Dusty Answer

slow and vicious

September 23, 2018

I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armour is just skin, bones, only bones.

Jamaal May
The Whetting of Teeth
The Big Book of Exit Strategies