Wild is, of course, her favourite colour…

The bite marks your teeth leave are reminders of our ecstasy…

I will bring your demons to their knees….

A firm grip on her neck makes her feel powerless. Choking intensifies her orgasm…

To be completely honest, I’m fearful of her to this day…

A light came from her, from her eyes, and the whole world seemed to open up. Suddenly there were no limits to anything…

What could he do but worship her…?

A little Light Bondage

October 28, 2017

bondage illustrated by john willie

Saturday morning secrets

October 21, 2017

To enjoy the foreplay, you must learn to love the thorns…

Must find a way to express this innate fire…

“What is your favourite pastime?” he asked.

“Making men nervous,” she replied.

Her long loose hair and unguessable face, eyes turned in from day to night…

Heart trapezing gaily as the ropes tighten…

 Each of us has a secret darkness hidden within…

Yes, yes, I’m hungry for it. Always hungry for it. Just for once I’d like to get my fill – more than my fill! I want cock until I can’t take any more. Just once…

“I’m probably the worse person in the universe,” she said. “What I’m going to do to you now, you’ll never fuckin’ forget. Believe me you won’t. It’s really that fuckin’ terrible. But I guarantee no matter how bad you feel when I’ve finished with you, you’ll want to come back and have me do it again – because that’s what I’m most like. A fuckin’ incurable addiction…”

Sunday Entertainment

October 1, 2017

Such a grey silent day. I’d like to be tied up in a wood far, far away…

Time can be so very misleading – all we ever have of it is NOW, and our lives are made up with billions and billions of these nows…

It’s not always a fuzzy Mills & Boon romance. Sometimes it’s about a stranger and a fist full of hair over a bowed back…

excitement and dread

September 24, 2017

fetish fun

I visited her every third Wednesday of the month, that strange, hard woman who was my secret obsession. And I always experienced the same sense of excitement and dread as I walked from the bus stop to her home.

She would be there in her spiky high-heels and tight pin-stripe skirt, long legs enclosed in black fishnet, a waiting spider to my hesitant fly.

Why did I visit her? Was it the cruel suede whip? The humiliation? The feeling of warm, oiled, heavy chrome beads being inserted carefully, one at a time?

Or did I simply wish to explore the psychic territory of pain in search of an ultimate, mystical proof of “otherness” in life, at the outer edges of death? Pain, pleasure, delirium and reason – she provided it all. For a price…

Dirty Thoughts
James Claudel

Play safe Sunday

September 3, 2017

Ask to be sure

August 19, 2017