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“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
—Emily Dickinson
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
—Emily Dickinson
Dating and being with people confuses me sometimes. Maybe I was just confused because there wasn’t a good connection. Yeah, that, that’s it. That’s why I found myself locked in a cage so I could get away from my date.
Read MoreThe last two times I let people tie me weren’t that enjoyable. In fact, the more I’m tied by people the more I realize I don’t actually like being tied by people.
Read MoreRead 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.
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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.
At 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 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 MoreTheir first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
Read MoreHe 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.”
Read MoreHaving attended a play party that gave me a peek into the lifestyle I’ve hungered for, yesterday I found myself wondering what’s next? Read More
When you love
You are uniquely vulnerable
You lay claim to a man like
A queen claims a nation
We look at each other
with a ruthless lust… I can’t
promise you anything, but
could my tender touch for
one night be enough? I’ve