The chamber was dim when Trent awoke, too dim to be morning, too quiet to be midnight. A deep stillness blanketed everything. It wasn’t silence; it was suspension. Like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for her to exhale. He lay on the floor, naked, cold, and soaked in the remnants of everything she had broken in him. The remnants of his name, his pride, his resistance. Even his breath felt borrowed. The coll...

The chamber was darker than usual tonight. Not dim—dark. Velvet drapes drawn tight. Candles unlit. The scent of black orchid clung to the air like a promise wrapped in danger. And at its heart, kneeling in breathless anticipation, was Trent. His knees pressed into the cool marble, bare skin kissed by the faintest draft. Collared, naked, and already pulsing with need, he waited where she’d left him—exactly twelve inches fr...

It starts with rope. He lets us tie him up—willingly, almost smugly—as if he thinks this is just a game. His wrists are bound to the headboard, stretched above his head. His chest is bare, his arms flexing every time we shift on the bed. He’s watching us—intensely—while his cock twitches under the thin fabric of his boxers. He’s hard. So fucking hard. And we haven’t even touched him yet. We crawl up beside him—one on each...

The scent of incense curled through the thick air like a whisper of forbidden promises. Velvetsin’s chamber was transformed tonight, draped in shadows and candlelight, each flicker casting trembling silhouettes that danced along the obsidian walls. The faint hum of a low chant vibrated somewhere beyond the heavy curtains, a rhythm meant to echo the pulse of the unspoken rites unfolding here. Trent knelt before her once ag...

You are a cyborg A mecha minded thing Why wouldn’t you be attracted To those who have proficient knowledge in engineering Why wouldn’t a curious thing such as you not crave A master, to make them better? A solution oriented scientist that holds in their mind the key And knowledge both to your Evolution and your Annihilation? The word Engineer holds within it the same resonance as words like generate, genesis, and genie So...

There's comparative silence in the featureless hotel room. That will soon change. Strip for me. Kneel. There on the floor beyond the bed. Hold my belt in your upturned palms for me, while I circle you. Appraise you. Mmm, so pretty. Now cup one hand between your legs and collect every drip as I spank you with this belt. Yes, right now. I want to mark you. Hear you gasp as the leather slices the air and cracks against your...

I stood underneath the sky as I shielded my eyes. Sunlight reflected off my face. Uncertainty became a part of my life, making me gaze through the mist. A gentle breeze blew, brushing against my chestnut skin. I realized it was still early in the morning. My eyes fell upon a bench, and I settled down. A Train of thoughts running through my mind, everything seemed still. As time passed by, you could see pedestrians walking...

Walking into the house, I drop the keys into the dish, by the door, a little louder than characteristic. She walks in behind me, obviously uneasy. I close the door, lock it, and head to the kitchen. Pouring myself a glass of water I quickly chug it, trying to settle my nerves. It doesn’t work. Only one thing will. I turn around. She is standing at the bottom of the steps. The hem of her shawl in her hands, she shuffles it...

A stray tulip in a meadow near a river framed by smooth, gray stones, Like a path made of water Petals blush-bright open up and out - toward the sun … like flirting with the light Apollo, his curiosity, and his grace, as gentle as his kiss … or his favor The moment silent and thick - like an phallus made of wind The tulip’s petals The eyes of the god Flickering, winking … like the entry of a blushing bride Thinking of her...

Worshipping you. My hands, my mouth. Stroke-caressing, nibble-lick-kiss-sucking from your lips, neck, chest, stomach… over your hips, before taking you into my mouth. Enveloping you until you are hard as I am wet, your need matching mine. Crawling back up you, sinking down onto you. Riding you until nothing else matters, just you and me and now. Knowing that any moment you’ll take my hips and take control and fuck me unti...

The entry to her palacebeautiful, inviting chalice.Welcoming, latte-hued lipsto provide nourishing sips. I near; my senses arouseat altarpiece giving my vows.Paeans for her shall be sungMy offering made by tongue. Kisses, licks, nibbles and such.Sensitive, yet wanting my touch.Fluttering, sucking on her budcoaxing her warm juicy flood. Am I worthy of her favour?Will she be my needed savior?Fleshy sacrifice so freely given...

Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue. Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain of unrewarding sympathy;Passion is pain when my aching visions ripenTo capture a beckoning of soft-winged flight,In a galaxy,...