Never pick a wild flower You rape her of her beauty When severed from her roots She flourishes in her habitat Bound to her place Free to blossom And grow…
Like the look in your eyes the cuffs are raw and harsh, encircling my wrists with their unforgiving grip. Unlike other cuffs these restraints are not about comfort, they are…
I am nervous. It makes me twitchy and anxious. I can feel it in my stomach, in my chest and maybe most of all in my brain where it crowds…
I confess that I have a rape fantasy. In fact I have more than one. They all differ slightly, there is darkened rooms, shadowy faces, slow exposure, examination and then…
Arms spread, secured above my head, legs pinned apart, everything exposed, naked, open, there is no hiding myself from you. I cannot escape your gaze. The turn of my head…
I love the way it feels against my skin, the tightness, the scratch, coarse I love the way it smells, like earth, basic, gritty, natural I love the way it…
When I saw Rebel’s prompt this week, tears, it inspired a whole sea of thoughts and ideas in me but writing about a time that made me particularly sad or…
With every touch you cut yourself a little deeper into me Caressing my skin with cool precision Marking me A swirl of patterns, pleasing to the eye Hot to the…