Are your hands as gentle as your smile, as cunning as your eyes? Do they move with the agility of your tongue? Are they as wicked as your smile?
Whisper to me your desires. Describe each touch, each pleasure. Tell me in crowds. Tell me with friends. Share your thoughts with me. Our secret world, encapsulated in our bodies and these whispers. Cast me furtive glances across the room. Your smile and the duck of your head. Demure when you’re anything but. Let’s find a place away from the crowd, I want the smell of you in my nostrils when I talk to your friends. To look at you with a smile, full of fire and promises. I want them to wonder why you blush so when I say your name. Hold my hand under the dinner table. Watch the fire dance and lean back into me. You are home.
Month: February 2016
7 words to make you fall in love x 7
The chores are done. I cooked dinner.
I’ll pay for your next tattoo/piercing.
You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever undressed.
Hearing your voice is like coming home.
Your touch makes me ache for more.
I’m the blade at your side. Orders?
I burn. Warm yourself by my flames.
Afternoon nap clarity
There comes a point where all of these hurt feelings and these bitter dreams must be discarded. Where they become a drag rather than fuel for the fire. Scrub you from my safe places, no longer harbor feelings of the possible. I traveled my alternate lives and you weren’t in them. I thought that meant we were possible in this one. Turns out it’s because we are not right for each other in hundreds of realities. I should just take the win. If not having you(you having me) can be considered winning. It would be easier if there was someone else I was interested in. Someone not already with someone I mean. For the first time in two years there is no one else and that is throwing me. I think I’ve plumbed the depths of Okcupid, at least locally. All of my 80 percent and higher matches anyway. Fuck, table it for now. Coast out of February and see what happens.
Nega nova
I’m sick of pouring myself out, bleeding out
Expanding out to fill an infinite volume
Attenuating out into nothing
Where I am as a Top.
I have not been an Active participant in BDSM for about a year and a half. I identify as a Switch. For me that means rope play and pain but no humiliation, in a Submissive role. As a Top, I hesitate to say Master, I am proficient. I don’t consider myself to be the best, probably far from it.
Tools and other accouterments, I’ve used and have preferences. I prefer a paddle to a strap or open hand. They all have their place but we’re talking my preferences here. I prefer ball to ring gags, though there is something to be said for rolled up panties. I’ll use a flogger if my sub prefers it but I prefer a quirt. It’s easier to control and allows for a range of strike strengths. My rope work is simplistic, nowhere near shibari and any play partner should either get that elsewhere or be prepared for slow going.
Safety is my watchword. I won’t use a single strand whip of any kind. Impresicion is too likely and heavy damage is possible. Perhaps, only if under another skilled Tops tutelage but I’m leary. I prefer a clear definition between normal and scene at least at first. I’m willing to revisit the subject the deeper in we are but it is a concern.
I will take on couples but only if I’m topping one or the other or both. I would need to trust another Top to work with them. That takes time. For couples I prefer that the spouse be there for the session. I prefer that we talk for several hours at least, and that is per session at least at first, about what you as a sub wants and need. I prefer the Green, Yellow, Red paradigm for safety but will consider a safeword.
I expect to make mistakes, I expect us to talk about and through those mistakes. I wish I could provide references but I cannot. Eric was my last real contact and he is not available. The last person I topped was part of a couple and is why I prefer the spouse/significant other to be present. Their partner knew I was topping them but I think they didn’t realize how emotionally involving that can become and weren’t prepared for the potential fallout. A case of someone being accommodating to their partners needs but not realizing to the extent that those needs were intertwined with who they were. It was a whole thing.
I prefer what I call Orders to humiliation. I’ve never been good at humiliation. Morgan tried to teach me but it wasn’t her thing, it wasn’t my thing so we sort of just dropped it. So telling you to do things and punishment for failure and rewards for success.
I prefer to discuss potential scenes ahead of time. What is desired from those scenes. I prefer they start from a common place and branch off from there. I like to have the flexibility to change it up as the scene progresses. Taking it gentler or harder as the scene demands.
Some scenes I’m willing to engage in in public but I prefer either experienced people watching or privacy. Being watched can heighten the experience but like someone standing at your shoulder while you type you can make mistakes and where it concerns someone’s body I prefer caution. Which brings me to edge play. Air deprevation and flechettes are the only methods I’m comfortable with. For either I will want a spotter. I prefer a nurse but I know that’s a tall order. Taking it slow and knowing your body will increase my comfort level but I’ve never engaged in edge play with someone I was not dating.
There is a lot more I could say, but I think I’ve covered the highlights.
Valentine’s day
I have the almost overwhelming desire to text my storm and bid her happy Valentines day. She’d either see it as intrusion or as a friendly gesture and as it is neither I refrain. As I must, for though I love, it is not enough. The longing itself is not enough. So once more I let her go. Reluctant I turn my attentions to others who may receive it as welcome.
I want (obverse) explained
I walked into work and saw what looked like a kool-aid packet on my desk. I thought nothing of it and for several hours it just sat there. I took a look and it was fun dip, themed for valentine’s day from her. What does this mean? A conciliatory gesture? Some kind of olive branch. It ached to see even this little gesture from her. But no words, just her name. I hoped she didn’t think “it’s been long enough, try to reconnect?!” she hadn’t, she gave them to everyone and didn’t that hurt worse? That I mean so little, that I’m just like everyone else. I would have preferred nothing to this. And my mind keeps going over it, she gave me cherry and everyone else seemed to get razzle berry, does that mean something? I’m grasping at straws looking for any meaning, any chance. This is what prompted “I want… (obverse)”. I’m not in the same place I was but you blindside me 2 days before Valentines day and I’m going to have a reaction.
The well worn path
What shall I be in the aventine days
Between tread and light
Drunk on powers leavings
Sip wine of pleasures keeping
Lost to decadence turning
But wake
Wake wanderer, your journey begins in ends
Wake wanderer, the path of blood opens
It sings down the skein of mortal years
Waking become a vessel
Stand
And stand
between
Neither darkness nor light
But shadow drawing strength from the juxtaposition
Wake and bound to service
Wake to a world
Found forgotten, echos all that remain
But
In fury
Wake anew
I want (obverse)
To scream
To cry out
To confront you
To kiss you
To hold you
To walk away
To burn the building down
To do anything to get your attention
To hide from ever being
To shout out, “why do I still love you!”
To beg you,
anything, anything to stop hurting
To plunge myself out of emotions and back into physical pursuits
And deep down, I thrash and strain, attempting to wrench myself free, while secretly hoping, you’ll say the word
Anything is better than this half state
Dreamwalker
Tilt world
Drink my blood like rain
Sleeting down, drowning the streets below profane forgiveness
Knocked loose constellations
Roll, burn
Slipping semblance of illusion
By blood I am born
By blood I begin again
Awoke and transformed
A new life, a new chance
Press reset
The vague memories of the wheel turning
A voice, a look,
Choose left instead of right, speak, remain quiet
Sleep
Live a lifetime with that choice, wake and start again.
