IIIMusic washed over us, a sensual soundtrack as if the DJ somehow was in tune with my feelings, adding an insistent pulsing beat to the ambient mix that traveled up and down my spine, spreading through me with a tingle, until my entire body was quivering magically. We kissed playfully, neither of us feeling any urgency, content to focus on the soft warmth and wetness of lips and tongues. There was no thought, no grand pl...

II decided to come home early for spring break and surprise everyone this year, arriving home on Friday afternoon, rather then Monday, as expected. Only Ruby, my best friend since 2nd grade knew of my plan, and I wanted to keep it that way, wanting at least one night of freedom before having to fulfill familial obligations. I’d arranged to spend the weekend at her place, being as decadent as I pleased which meant, of cour...

She toyed with me mercilessly, keeping me so wound up I began to wonder if I someone could die from being denied on orgasm. The conclusion I came to was unsettling, as every nerve ending began to scream, an overload of promised pleasure becoming too much to bear. I began to beg, telling her I would do anything, and I meant it. She pinned me once, lay on top of me until I was both still and quiet, demanding my attention wi...

My heart melts each time you smileAnd I burn from within at your touchNot what others would expect -Your hands pulling me roughly to youYour kisses stealing away my breathThe sudden shock of tooth and nailDrawing blood and tearsYour fist inside my cuntClaiming me as I screamNo longer sure if it is pleasure or painInstead the thrill of gentle fingers upon my elbowReminding me that I am yoursAs we enter the room, eyes full...

They call them catnaps, for good reason. Neither of us slept. Instead we luxuriated in each others presence, sharing the warmth of our bodies, touching intimately, gentle hands tracking the roundness of breasts, soft lips kissing shadowed places, legs intertwined, bodies pressing together as we shifted comfortably upon the sheets. My ears had fallen off sometime during our tryst, and she set them back on carefully, her la...

A little background. Our kitty girl games have rules, ones that have been slowly established over time, the most important of which is whenever I am wearing my collar I am no longer Rachel, I am Kitty Girl. That means, unless there is an emergency of some kind (signified by my use of our normal safe word), I communicate only in mews, meows, and purrs, and I am expected to behave as feline as possible. Embarrassing as it i...

I wasn’t wearing much. A semi-sheer pink top that hugged my upper body and left little doubt of the state of my nipples and a pair of matching panties that smelled of desire. A pair of brown kitten ears attached to a matching head band poked from the top of my blonde tresses and a pink collar, decorated with rhinestones circled my neck, a heart shaped tag engraved with the words "kitty" on one side and "property of Kay" o...

SleeplessCold stark black and white and absent of any grayThe edges are no longer blurred and I am as cold as deathWhat I wouldn’t do to feel warm again, to feel safe?My dreams are full of images, too fast to catch hold ofPainful flashes of unfocused memory, police lights on the blackest of nights In my chest a frightened bird, trapped, trying to tear me from my sleepless sleepA clenched hand is reflected in the angry mir...

June ’10Amy drew a trembling breath and removed the flash drive from her computer, hiding it in her desk drawer. It had been a present from Lex, one she treasured beyond comprehension. Photos of her. Video as well. If any of her friends knew they existed, she’d die of humiliation. She let that thought linger, fantasizing about leaving the flash drive on Jake’s dresser at the next party, picturing him opening it up, callin...

SacrementA water color sleepersoftly floating where she laysarms stretched tauttrapped within gentle remindersof who she is,and what she is, the edgethat separates night from dayand want from needa stained glass cathedral upon rumpled and stained sheetslight falls across the watermarkillumination on a still quiet facepain washing over flesh like summer raina lullaby of serene silencemuted cries collected in a golden cupmi...

RitualSide by side, perfectly measured and matchedShe works by feel as much as by sightCandle’s flickering tongue turning her into shadowOnly her voice remains, and the outline that is etchedInto memory, perfect curves stealing breathEach sure touch captivatingA prayer, silent, balances on dry lipsAs she begins, taking each wrist So carefully and yet there is iron in her gripCold and unyielding as she binds meHer prisoner...

June ‘10Amy sat slumped, ass perched upon the edge of the swivel chair, legs spread. The blinds were shut, dark drapes drawn, the only illumination this late at night coming from the computer screen before her as a slide show slowly played, each digital picture more revealing, more perverted then the one proceeding. She watched, face burning with embarrassment, as the scene played out, remembering that night when Lex had...