Do You Want It?
“Do you want it?” “Yes, Sir.” She knelt before him, eyes on his boots. “Do you really want it?” “Yes, Sir.” She resisted the urge to look up at him, biting her lower lip to keep still. “I want you Continue reading Do You Want It?
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Special Request
And a special, bonus post, by special request of him, just in case two posts isn’t enough to fulfill your craving this week. The movie was over, they hadn’t really watched it, too distracted by each other, but they Continue reading Special Request
Wonderful Night
I may want tears tonight. I smiled back at him, warmth filling me at the thought. I’d been aching for that, and we were both finally in a place where it would be healthy to go there. His boots needed Continue reading Wonderful Night
The Fire in Which We Burn
Fire. Fire and trees and running water. I’ve had a headache for almost three weeks now. I’m at the point where I just want to slam my head against solid objects to release the tension. It doesn’t work, of course, Continue reading The Fire in Which We Burn
Santa Claus is Coming to Town
A silly little story for the holidays. “Come here, young lady, sit on Santa’s lap.” He didn’t look like any Santa she had ever seen before. Sure he was dressed in a fur-lined red hat, and black fur-lined boots, but Continue reading Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Regaining Balance
I don’t know where to start. It’s been a week of crazy ups and downs. Excellent times together, and painful moments, too. Through it all, communication. Keep talking, keep expressing, keep feeling, keep reacting, keep it honest and open. We Continue reading Regaining Balance
Beaten in/to Submission
They tell me that I don’t let things go. I don’t like letting things go. I’ve let too many things go already. Not Things – hubby will tell you I purge junk from our home far more than he approves Continue reading Beaten in/to Submission
Second Monday
Chores done. Dressed and ready. He comes home, quick chat about the day and the state of things. The fly swatter is already out as he grabs a snack. Popping sparks. Toy backs away and is called forward, she still Continue reading Second Monday
A Bad Day
I’m having a bad day. Work was fine, the cat didn’t attack me, the weather was gorgeous, no one got hurt or is deathly ill in my immediate life(though, for my good friends who do have that in their lives, Continue reading A Bad Day
Meditation in Tears
“Did I tell you how I kneel? Heels under ass, knees…” peeks down “about a foot apart. Gotta have enough room for his boot between your legs.” Not that I want to kneel on a freshly greased boot these days, Continue reading Meditation in Tears