• Fiction

    Caveat Emptor

    The man in the suit was speaking to them both, “I want you to lie down in front of the window. People will be filing past, and that will give them the best view.” “What exactly do you want us to do?” asked Callie, the shorter of the two, and younger by a few years. Her short curly hair, matched the short curly hair between her legs, which the man was looking at now. She followed his gaze and looked down. “Do you want me to shave it?” “No. It’s fine. Everyone has their preferences, and I’m sure someone will like to see what you’ve got there. Besides, there’s no…

  • Photography

    In Bed with Books (Sinful Sunday)

    More than once, books have been responsible for my naughty thoughts and actions. They inspire that little twitch at my core, that expands outward to my erogenous zones…most assuredly – my brain being at the top of that list. While reading in bed the other night…and after being asked to text a pic to Daddy while he was out of town…I took these several shots:

  • Poetry

    Chained

    You could  chain me  to your belt loop,  dragging me around,  place to place, just to be sure that  I would follow. But you don’t  have to. Your gaze is chain enough– thick, heavy, palpable– your eyes pull me in, hold me immobile, even bid me to move whichever way you desire. I could say no to you, but I won’t. So there is no reason for chains… unless it is your wish that I be bound. In which case, you could tie me up just for fun, bend me, shape me, touch me, leave me wanting. You could say no to me, which you will, just to prove that…

  • Experience

    Sexually disabled? disordered? dysfunctional?

    dis-1 Word Origin 1. a Latin prefix meaning “apart,” “asunder,” “away,” “utterly,” or having a privative, negative, or reversing force (see de-, un-2.); used freely,especially with these latter senses, as an English formative: disability; disaffirm; disbar; disbelief; discontent; dishearten; dislike;disown. (source: Dictionary.com) ***** dis informal verb 1. speak disrespectfully to or criticize. “I don’t like her dissing my friends” noun 1. disrespectful talk. “the airwaves bristle with the sexual dis of shock jocks” (Source: Google Dictionary) ***** dis Referring to the city of Dis, from Dante’s levels of hell. The city of Dis is the level of hell to which all non-believers, who have not otherwise sinned greatly, will go. The city is surrounded by a field containing countless numbers of burning coffins, in which the heretics lie, screaming. Limbs from non-believers are scattered around the plains, and the city itself is surrounded by…

  • Experience

    What I would do with you…

    I wish I could catch you with your eyes closed, in the mussed up, white cotton sheets, doused in early morning sunlight, your hand wrapped around your erect cock, massaging yourself to ecstasy. I know it would take awhile. And I know you would be less excited about the outcome than if you were coming inside of me. But…I like to watch your hand move…slowly at first…then faster, the skin of your shaft pulling up over the head like it was made especially for that purpose. I’d smile as I tip-toed to the foot of the bed, as quiet as a breeze. And as soon as my hands pressed into…

  • Photography

    Sinful Sunday

    All the lines of all the things that bind us during the day criss-cross from place to place on our bodies, creating a map of constriction. Those faint indentations in our skin. Beside them, in-between, and beneath are the marks of our lives. The stretch marks on our breasts and bellies and thighs that say we have been given birth and nourished our young. The bruises and callouses that say we have worked hard. The scars that say we have risked and challenged ourselves. The tattoos we have placed there to decorate and liberate.Our bodies are beautiful canvases that are only clean in the womb. They begin taking on the…

  • Experience

    The sweetest perfume

    Today, I wore a skirt to do housework. Sans panties. And every time I squatted down, knees spread, and felt the cool air kiss my cunt, I couldn’t help but smile. A few times, I reached down and touched myself, slipped a finger inside. I wondered if Daddy would notice. I didn’t want to tell him, I just kept my mind racing by waiting to see. It wasn’t until mid afternoon, when he needed to take a shower and get ready for work, that he asked me to bend over the edge of the bed so he could fuck me. When he flipped up my skirt and was greeted by…

  • Experience

    He doesn’t have to make me

    Last night, he asked me to wash my face, take my clothes off, get in the bed, and present. But when I came out of the bathroom, he was lying in the bed, listening to a message on his phone (I thought he was talking to someone). So I lay beside him, sort of slipped into the covers, figuring I’d present when he was ready. Problem. I should have done what I was told to do. Regardless. When He finished listening to his message, He asked me why I hadn’t complied. I stammered an inadequate excuse but let it die on my tongue. I knew I was in the wrong.…

  • Fiction

    Unsatisfied

    She stood next to his chair and imagined him untying her robe to expose her body. He’d touch her belly, caress her breasts, and likely pinch her left nipple, the one that drove her crazy. He would be rewarded with that delightful squeal that encouraged him to continue torturing her…gently of course. But tonight, the chair was empty. Swinging her left leg up and over the arm of the chair, she lowered herself to feel the pressure of it against her pubic bone. Moving slowly, she gently rocked herself back and forth and slipped her hands inside her robe to fondle her breasts. She was sure to squeeze each nipple…

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