It was the season, her mind was like one of a kid eagerly awaiting for the night when the magic finally happens. It was always his calling, one that he'd practice all year round, but the sparks in her eyes was particularly feeding the wizardry of his craft. When he started to unravel the goods she was providing him with herself, it was not with the haste of a novice, but with the slow, deliberate reverence of an experienced craft man unveilling the natural beauty of his raw materials. He was taking her layers off meticulously, with a touch surprisingly light, almost a caress. Her clothes wer… 続きを読む

The world is just a low hum of sound and the soft scent of her skin. My bed is a warm nest, and my legs are tangled up in hers and the blanket. My arm is still draped over her waist, I must have held her all night. My mind is a quiet, hazy place, not quite thinking, just... existing. The day hasn't started yet, and for a moment, the world is only this small, perfect space of shared warmth and stillness. I open my eyes, her naked back draws some beautiful lines before them. I kiss her in the back of her neck, and can taste the saltiness of her skin on my lips, olfactive reminders of how sweaty… 続きを読む

You know you're doing something right when your vanilla date, who you've explained the kind of dynamics you're actually into and who pretented not to be corruptible, texts you only a few hours after leaving saying you've awoken something and that they need "more". The art of corruption is such an empowering and gratifying one. Not being a seeker but an enabler and enhancer. Showing what we may bring to the scene, to potential partners rather than what we like and what we want. Defining its own "kinky superhero" (as I've read recently in an inspiring post) and wannabes rather than just what… 続きを読む

I met this girl the other week, you know when you see someone at the wrong place, wrong time, and yet have this cheeky thought "ohh you're cute, in another life...", exchange a look and a smile and move on? Yeah well one of those, but for which that other life started no later than the following week. How she found me I don't know, friend of friends I guess, but I'm glad she chased and found me. There really was chemistry, we instantly clicked and got on well and easy. And that whole chemistry well, it did transposed to bed fairly soon too. Oh dear I needed that. She's small, super cute, defi… 続きを読む