Quiet

The world holds hush
Silence hangs heavy
Breaking
Fighting for breath
Dream missive
Trying to find connection
Frantic
Resolution fades
Hope exhales
Last breathe
To shatter
In the silence

Thoughts on BDSM and writing

A BDSM scene is a thing talked about by all parties. I will ask what you want out of the scene. What you absolutely will not do(hard limits). What you may want to do but are afraid of (soft limits). What you do want.

I will state my intentions for the scene. We will agree on restraints if any. What toys are off the table. What the timetable will be. If marks are allowed. If pain is desired. Nothing is left to chance.
We will go over the safe words. We will make sure that we know where any medicine or other paraphernalia is. Asthma inhalers and such.

24/7 is different from a scene. 24/7 is what is depicted in my stories. It means a integration of normal life. And scene. One moment we’re paying bills and the next you are pushed up against a wall being eaten out, begging for permission to orgasm.

But it’s the same in the way that every facet is discussed beforehand. And after there is a discussion of what worked, what didn’t, what do we want more of. There is cuddling and holding. Treating of any hurts. Aftercare.

I view BDSM as being 100% present. In the moment! Seeing us both for who we are and our desires both.

Scene play is all about the physical and mental pleasure.

24/7 incorporates the emotional which makes the rest work.

I request comments. If you prefer, I demand them.

BDSM is as varied as the participants involved. To see it as all one thing would be a mistake.

Stones don’t remember

Know that I am alive
as we are born
and gently dying
shiver awake in light
break us apart
soaring to constellation sky

A nightmare

So my brain finally figured out something that would scare me and not trigger one of my subconscious tripwires. Which draw me into a lucid dream should a nightmare prove too scary.

It was pretty typical weirdness. A pharaoh brought back to life, filming a movie and not being friends with the extras who didn’t want to be friends with us anyway. A house party, and a snowstorm.

Then I receive a email. A email chronicling the manipulations of the person I’m in love with. The person who (in the dream) is manipulating me. Screwing with my head just because she can. Laughing about how she got my trust. Got into my life. About how utterly foolish I am. About how she got access to my wordpress account.

About my wordpress account being scoured of content.

I rush to check it and I’m locked out. I reset my password and get in and everything is gone. The account isn’t deleted. But everything is gone. Just this barren shell of everything I’ve written and worked on for more than 3 years.

Then I forced myself awake and it was one of those times where I kept waking but not up, just into another dream. Making it particularly horrible.

Song for the Day

So this song is a bit of lyrics that I wrote, more of a bit of doggerel really.  This is me singing.  Not professionally done and maybe not amazing like most of these songs but It’s from the heart so maybe that makes up for it

Lowercase

I will make a canvas of your skin
In blacks and blues
In swirled greens and yellows
In words pressed deep into flesh

My marks will bind us
Deep as the soul
This possession of all that you are

Belies the truth
Your total possession of me
Looking up

Tears
Eyes pleading for one more flick of the lash
The key to your ownership
Words drip like heroin
“Thank you, Sir”