Another Sunday –

May 13, 2018

Powdered unicorn horn was once thought to cure melancholy.

What carries the hurt is never the wound
but the red garden sewn by the horn
as it left – and she left. I am rosing,
blooming absence, its brilliant alarum.

Brodsky said, Darkness restores what light cannot
repair. You thrilled me – opened to the comb.
O, wizard, O, wound. I want the ebon bull and the moon –
I’ve come for the honeyed horn.

Queen Elizabeth traded a castle for a single horn.
Surrender to the kingdom in my hands –
army of touch marching upon the alcazar
of your thighs like bright horns.

I arrive at you – half bestia, half feast.
Tonight we harvest the luxed forest
of Caderas, name the darkful fruit
spicing our mouths, separate sweet from thorn.

Lanternist, in your wicked palm,
the bronzed lamp of my breast. Strike the sparker –
take me with tremble. Into your lap
let me lay my heavy horns.

I fulfilled the prophecy of your throat,
loosed in you the fabulous wing of my mouth –
red holy-red ghost. I spoke to god,
returned to you feathered, seraphimed and horned.

Our bodies are nothing if not places to be had by,
as in, God, she has me by the throat,
by the hip bone, by the moon. God,
she has me by the horn.

Natalie Diaz

Remember when

May 7, 2018

Remember?

You had me on the waste ground behind the old changing rooms
just as the day, snake-like, shed its skin.
You were like a wild thing in the shadows, desire firing your blood.
Un-fucking-stoppable.
I said: ‘I don’t usually do this on a first date.’
You said: ‘This isn’t a date.’

Remember?

And you were right.
It was more a rape.
You stabbing me with that angry cock of yours.
And I thought: WOW!
This boy’s a beastie –
thrusting up me and waiting for the moon.

Remember?

And when you started cumming
I knew the morning would be foggy with drizzle.
I knew I’d feel like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.
And I thought: ‘Is this love?’
And yes, you made me cum too, you bastard.
Then you left me to give birth to the ghosts we two had made –

Remember?

GREY WOOLF

I love biting boy’s hips and thighs.

To give them a handjob, slowly building them to the edge, then abruptly stopping and squeezing hard at the base of their cock because – “who told you that you could come yet?”

And then, whilst I’m giving them a moment to gather themselves, before I continue, I bite down on their flesh…

I live for the way their body jolts in response to that, bite and how they suck in air through their teeth.

Domme Desu
Horny 24/7

Sucking on Your Cock

March 18, 2018

There is nothing more that I would love to do to you,
Something that I know that you would also want me to do,
Than to take my hot, wet mouth and wrap it all around you tight,
And suck on your hardness until morning light,
Playfully flicking my tongue across the tip,
Waiting eagerly for that pre cum so that I can sip,
Doing my very best to take you all the way to the back of my throat,
Oh…if feels so fucking good don’t it,
Placing my hands around you firmly as I begin to suck,
Imagining how I wish your hard cock I will get the chance to fuck,
But for now I will continue to do what I do best,
What’s that, you say that you wanna put it on my chest,
No, no Mr. I want to swallow every last little bit,
I have had a craving for your cum I have to admit,
I feel your cock begin to get harder and more pronounced,
I think about your hard dick that I soon will sit upon and bounce,
Ahhh, you are getting ready to cum,
I cannot wait until I get to taste some,
Cum on baby, blow your thickness all inside my mouth you know you can’t hold it anymore,
Cum on let me be your cum guzzling whore!

hateiowa

There was a young lady called Freeman
Who had an affair with a demon
She said that his cock
was as cold as a rock
Now, what in the Hell could it be, man?

Doreen Valiente

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…”

Selfie

June 24, 2017

Thank you for the selfie
I wish you’d move your hand
I want to see your lovely cock
I want to see it stand –

Sunday Sex Confession…

June 18, 2017

Another glorious day: sun-drenched, hot; the sky and moor hinged on the horizon in an orange glow at dawn. Time for the breakfast gin and some sleaze –

Very much in the mood for a boy to let me play with his cock. I want to start off just casually stroking it and exploring it for my own fun. After awhile, I will get an evil smirk on my face and stare at him with “a predator is about to torture their helpless prey” look. I then start deliberately teasing his cock and saying naughty things, hopefully causing him to involuntarily moan and twitch. I want to offer to go down on him, but only if he really begs for it. I spend a good while not giving into him, teasing him more, all because I’m enjoying torturing him too much. When I feel he’s gotten as desperate as he can get, I give him that relief he needs. After he gets off in my mouth, I’ll smile and ask if he enjoyed himself. I’ll kiss his cheek and pull him in close, while he slowly drifts off to sleep.

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