the friction of skin

November 11, 2019

Desire
vibrates
in the friction of skin,
the throbbing rhythm
of joined bodies,
relentlessly
clinging.

Dee

Need

November 10, 2019

I need you
YOU
with me: inside me
penetrating my soul
not with romantic or melancholic airs
but with your cock and fingers
suffocating the cold
with your bodily heat
healing my anxiety –
I want to have you anywhere
and everywhere:
a lift
a park
the office
an alleyway
touching my breasts
your cock stiffening
guided by our wildest desires
touching paradise
despite our cloak of sin –
I need you
YOU

Dee

All night

November 10, 2019

We spoke all night in tongues,
in fingertips, in teeth.

Robert Hass
Spring

I absolutely love the idea of teasing a boy with a paintbrush.

Nothing large. I imagine the size of a Chinese calligraphy brush, with the natural bristles tapering to an elegant point. Conditioned so they’re impossibly soft to the touch, then dipped in the finest, silkiest oil.

After trussing him up to prevent any wandering hands, I approach him: his naked skin already trembling for my touch.

With the brush, I’d paint patterns. Circles. Caressing the contours of him. Lingering on the most sensitive places with feather-light pressure. For I’m Michelangelo, and he’s my Sistine Chapel. He might even sing for me like the angels.

Never enough to push him over.

Just enough to keep him in absolute rapture.

By the end of it, he’d know he’s my masterpiece.

Anon
Gentle FemDom

Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub
against each other, they produce a sound
inaudible to us but heard up there, in the clouds and higher,
by those who can no longer hear common sounds . . .
Or, maybe, this is how He wants to check by ear: are we still intact?
No cracks in mortal vessels? And to this end He bangs
men against women?

Vera Pavlova
Trans. Steven Seymour

sacrificial lamb

November 9, 2019

Once every month he visited the woman who wore a carapace of black rubber and a face-mask. She had a room in her house that she’d transformed years ago into a torture chamber. It was in there she did what she did to him, the things so desperately required to replenish his emptiness. Tied to a solid wooden cross, a sacrificial lamb, his head full of silence broken by the sound of her spikey high heels on the wooden floorboards as she circled him, dragging her shadow behind her like a vast, unappreciated weight. He was all appetite. Soon he’d be filled to overflowing with pain. She laughed and he glimpsed Armageddon in her eyes – So his ordeal began.

My fantasy, wish, dream, whatever you want to call it, is of two leather-clad bitch-women force feminizing me one rainy afternoon. After they finish, they invite in half-a-dozen randy studs and tell them to have me as often as they want. ‘Use and abuse,’ they say, ‘to your heart’s content.’

I’m restrained, handcuffed, and these dudes start stripping off my panties. One of them grabs my head, forces my face to his lap. ‘Suck on that,’ he says.

Another behind me thrusts into me roughly. There are cheers and laughter. I’m like a helpless ragdoll as they have me over and over again. They cum inside me, no condoms, cum on my face and in my lipstick smeared mouth. My ordeal lasts most of the afternoon, and when they’re finally finished with me, I’m left as a cum-covered ruin, rolled in a ball on the floor.

SOURCE

Man-go

October 27, 2019

His fleshy part, firm and soft,
like a ripened mango.
With juices just as sweet.
On my lips,
licentious deliciousness.
A gift from the gods
to be enjoyed.
I gorge
until face and hands are,
Covered,
in sacchariferous stickiness.

Bettye C.

Witchcraft & cock torture

October 27, 2019

Sheeba, a 31-year-old energy healer from Portland, Oregon…recommends cinnamon oil, which creates a burning sensation and holds an association with the goddesses Venus and Aphrodite. In her own BDSM scenes, Sheeba often uses thieves oil, a blend of clove, lemon, rosemary, cinnamon, and eucalyptus, as part of CBT, a.k.a. cock and ball torture.

“We used thieves oil on the top of [one of my sex partners’] penis and around the head. I have this really mean clip that fits all the way around the tip of his penis,” Sheeba says. “Some of where his extreme pleasure comes from was from that extra sensitivity from the oils and that constriction.”

Sophie Saint Thomas
Kitchen Witches Are Brewing Lube for the Bedroom