Blood play Stories

Swaddle my sentience with your swears. Hissed out in smoke and sadism. Stabbing my soft spots, Summoning, seducing screams To crawl out my throat, Up a ladder of choked sobs And whimpers. ___ Rung after rung of victimized despair, Your hand, winds itself, beneath My veil and into my hair. Forcing me to my knees. Your sex in my face. “Open that hole,” you command. ___ Your sticky sex oozes apart Like a wound, Bleeding, the...