
The Eroticization of Suffering, Vol 2
Read MoreFrom forehead on the mat to tip toe balancing, I was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful suffering.
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
Read MoreFrom forehead on the mat to tip toe balancing, I was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful suffering.
“Does it hurt?” is by far the most common question I get regarding my Shibari practice.
Read MoreI was jogging along the River Thames when I felt the rhythmic vibrations of my phone. Definitely more than one message, but I wasn’t going to stop to check.
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It’s been ages since I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm. Mostly it’s been a splintered pleasure where I cum while half in my body and half outside it, a single toy under the blankets, an ear perked up listening for chirps from the digital door. A gilded cage is what it felt like, the past few weeks I shared a gilded cage with others.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure my wife gets it for you.”
Read MoreAt the agreed upon hour, I heard a knock on my door. I grab you by the belt buckle and lead you inside.
Read MoreWe were sitting on either side of his couch watching Yellowstone while hella stoned. At some point I stretched my body like a golden cat in the afternoon sun and my cold soles touched his thigh.
Read MoreI’d never done anything like this before and my heart thumped nervously in my chest as I pulled into the parking lot. After battling with self doubt and uncertainty, I released a long sigh and loosened my grip on the steering wheel.
Read MoreWhen it rains, I always consider canceling plans. Water can soothe or smother, and I don’t like thinking about traction. Thankfully, today I didn’t cancel. I braved the cold and rain to play some public games.
Read MoreAs the man taps, taps, taps, gray falls away, revealing a roaring orange flame. Footsteps approach as he raises the cigarette to his lips.
Read MoreYou were breaking glow lamps so that we could carry the light. Shattered glass bounced beneath us in different colors like fireworks on the floor.
Read MoreTheir first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
Read MoreListen as I sing in the shower, listen as water washes away traces of our desire. Inhale the fragrance of my bodywash as it snakes through the air, lingering like smoke in the atmosphere.
Read MoreFantasy and reality are finally colliding. Is this what it feels like to be fully alive? To live in my body instead of warring with myself in my mind?
Read MoreAfter lunch we sat in his car and talked some more. We had been gone for hours, but it felt like minutes.
Read More“I started training again this morning. I’m all full of testosterone and sensual thoughts,” his text lit up my screen.
Read MoreThe sky was gray this morning, but I conjured him in color. The shape of his shape. The taste of his taste. The lines of lust drawn red by faceless faces in placeless places.
Read MoreMy favorite thing about him is how I lose track of time when I’m with him. I get lost with him and his immense need for touch. Not just sexual touch, but gotta-be-near-you touch.
Read More“Come to a work event with me. I need arm candy.”
There was a time when I would freak out about whether or not a guy would text back. And what his lack of response might mean. And all my feelings of self worth were affected by this.
Read MoreRead MoreIt’s 2AM and I smell like Mister Jones! I’m drunk on lust and I don’t want this sensation to end.
He recognized me by my voice and my fingers.
“I saw them moving across his chest. The pink polish, the rings. You did some elaborate knot and tightened it around him.”
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