The world is white noise. I'm on my back, naked, restrained at wrists and ankles. Five distinct vibrating zones, special pillows, pressing against my upper back, lower back, hips, thighs. Another one rests on my belly. Each one pulses to a different, chaotic rhythm. My hands are gripping vibrating cylinders. My feet too. The sensations compete, overlap, create a storm of input I can't parse. Then I feel her hand on my inn...

Carl was a giant. I was a bird. He was broad and powerful, twice my size, and I was all bones and angles. His roar could have shattered windows. His kiss was a butterfly’s wing. His hands, enormous as they were, held a softness I could barely believe. When he cupped my face, I disappeared into him completely. I felt safe there. Maybe too safe. The first years went by in a dizzy haze. I could feel the silent envy of my fri...

I was sick.A very simple truth that I denied to accept during last few years but instinctively knew. Not some kind of "take-your-pills-and-it's-ok" or "surgery-and-survive" sickness. Something more sinister, more diffused through my body.Maybe even my through soul.One more time I read the e-mail that I was going to send to my boss. I really wanted to talk to him in the face, but it was not possible since he was in Italy a...

The true experience stories are being shared, so I wanted to share one of my... distinctive... experiences. I am a little bit scared actually, but I believe it will be worth it. It is completely real.   I believe I will have to give a little bit background first, for you to get my true emotional motivations. I will try to keep them as short as possible, not to bore you to death with my life. I want to do this because emot...

the TOUCH It touches;With malign intentions.I can't see them but I knowIt has your hands.My latest white hair singsYour nameAnd it touchesWhere it hurts.Taints your smellWhere I kept.I call time for helpAnd the pain turns into somethingResembling youWithout handsAnd it gives meWhite hairs.Without handsAbsence of youTouches me Through youAnd leaves singWith malign intentionsYour name.It touches in my sleepBut its not me aw...

I woke up first. She was still laying over me in the dark, her breasts firmly pressing onto my chest. For a second I was worried, because I generally wake up with a jump from a nightmare, but it seemed she was still asleep. I relaxed, listening to her breath and the sound of waves for about half an hour. I breathed deeply, hoping to trap an essence of her smell inside my lungs. At first I was completely in a void where no...

This was no good, no good at all. She entered my life so unexpectedly, so forcefully, so inevitable that after returning home I felt like a ruin. And that’s me, so-called Iron Lord. Yeah me, the one who is barely conscious now, almost in the limit of alcohol toxicity, with another full glass in his hand. Didn’t even know what I was drinking.I betrayed. I betrayed myself, my rules, and my code of honor. How could I make it...