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Surrender [d/s]

I circle your prone form. The dim lights, slowly pulsating, outline the undulations of your naked body. The silence we share is palpable in the twilight under our roof. My eyes are steady, fixated on your exposed flesh. They consume you. Voraciously.

You lie, limbs spread, tied to my bed posts. The coarse strands of rope dig into your smooth skin. Your lithe form presses into the satiny white sheets. Your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Each breath causes the sinews to slide over your ribs. You are bare. So very exposed. So very beautiful.

I now stand across from you, looking at your body over the plane of your toned stomach. Over the lines of your spread legs. I can hear a faint hum coming from you. From within you. I see the blinking light of the vibrator I had planted then as a reward. Now a trial of your silence. Your toes are curled. Your legs strain to not buckle. I can see your body thrumming with the strength of your restraint. Read more »

Petty [Poem]

I used to know a pretty lady
But then things went all the way south
On parting, smug, I baited her: at least
She couldn’t unsuck my dick from her mouth

Now, let’s be clear, reader dear,
My peen’s pretty clean.
I mean the memories we made with it
Cannot be readily unseen.

Anyways, back to my story
She was struck, truly shook.
Her lips convulsed, struggling, hooked.
But my smirk was all it took

For rage indignant to burst forth.
Words flew, intent on my hubris shorn.
Her siren-song brimmed with purpose
Like back when she tooted my horn.

I feigned a silent yawn. Deafening.
Telling her she was a bore.
“Asshole!” She swore loudly, “Fucker!”
“Yes!” I shot back, “I’m a veritable man-whore!”

If I could, I would indeed, and truly
Be Genghis Khan of the South.
Have 10% of the world’s progeny
Tied to my dick in their mother’s mouth.

My outburst took her unawares, again.
She choked on a sob in shock.
A familiar sound from, you guessed it,
When she used to gag on my cock. Read more »

Prima inter pares [authority exchange]

My eyes droop. I smooth the wrinkles on my skirt in a valiant attempt at life as the incessant droning of the intern lulls me to sleep. The day is at its close. It is the eve of the weekend and the demands of my work have taken their toll. Across from the long table, the intern concludes his presentation with an unconvincing appeal for questions. None are forthcoming. He finally gathers his notes and shuffles over to his seat. The room is silent.

I look up and around the table. All eyes are on me. Doe-eyed new hires and veterans at the job – a mix of apprehension, admiration, and envy in their gazes, with inklings of repressed desire. Unfazed, I look past their waiting faces at the expansive windows of our sky-rise. The shimmering skyline is silhouetted by the setting sun. My refuge from mundanity is out there. The silence is palpable. Read more »