Author: StillNotSaneMama

The Mechanic.

The street lights dim behind me.

The garage door is open and my car is in view.
The paint glimmers in the darkness, Opal silver tones sweep the room.

I stop at the end of the drive and put out my cigarette, squashing it into the floor with my boots.
He hasn’t noticed me.

I see him hunched over the bonnet. Baggy jeans with an art work of oil and dirt. His t-shirt exposing the very top of his ass. His silver hair, messy from the work.

I walk confidently forward, the metal heels of my boots distinctive on the drive.

He turns to see me. Leaning against my car he wipes his hands with a smile on his face. I can help but to reciprocate.

I carry on until I’m a few feet in front of him. I was only picking up my car!

‘Alright’ he says as he looks me up and down, his eyes greedy and desperate. I can feel it in my soul. The build. The desire. The ache. Read more »

As I knelt naked and vulnerable I awaited his return. The anticipation overwhelming. My heart racing. The room is lit only by a candle. The scent of bergamot fills the air. The red rope binding my wrists behind my back, restraining me.
I hear a key, looking directly at the door I see the handle turn.

He walks in, footsteps direct and dominant.

I do not speak.

As he walks towards me, I can feel his heat. The desire in his eyes makes me nervous. He slowly walks behind me, inspecting his prize. His hand runs across my shoulders sending a shiver down my spine and tingles throughout my fragile little body.

I can hear his breathing and this makes mine quicken.
From behind he grabs my throat.
‘You must stay silent, do you understand?’
With this instruction I do not speak. His voice smooth as freshly ground coffee. My heart racing so hard it feels like I could pass out. And in that moment it goes dark.

He blew out the candle! Read more »

I walked tentatively through the woodland, I could hear each beat of my heart. The large trees smelt moist and oaky, gentle scents of passing flowers ever changing as I move. The air is warm and wet.

I know he’s out here, somewhere, watching me.

The sun is about to set and small rays of light rush through the undergrowth. It’s alluring. But regardless of it’s beauty, it’s also intensely unnerving. It’s quiet. Each step forward I take, crackling leaves and branches, making my breathing shallow and sharp, putting me on edge.

He’s hunting me.

I don’t know where to go. Hell, I don’t even know where I am! Disorientation is pretty frightening and as the sunlight fades, the woodland looks sinister and atmospheric.

I’m starting to panic. The trees have all started to look the same. Fear setting in, I move a little faster. It’s muddy and my trainers are slow and heavy making my movements clumsy. I fall. Shit! he must have heard that, get up get up, you need to move. I am very glad for my inner monologue. Did he hear? Where is he?

I hear gun fire. He’s close. Read more »

I have always struggled with Hypersexuality and although completely monogamous in my relationships, I have struggled to make connections to others who can handle me and in essence are on the same level as myself.

After a seriously bad relationship, I wasn’t looking…

Then he entered my life…..

As his truck pulled into my drive, my breathing became rapid. Nervous excitement.

He was magnificent. His whole body towered mine. His beard soft and inviting. His blue eyes burned through mine, exposing every inch of desire. His warm voice sending shivers through my tiny body.

As I made us both coffee, his hand touching my shoulders, I felt his body moving closer behind mine… I had never felt such a pull, if he was to kiss me now I would crumble. My heart racing but we are just having coffee! Pull yourself together girl. How is he doing this to me? Standing so close I can feel the shape of him…he must feel this too? This chemistry, intangible and unspoken. I had never felt a connection this strong. But this was our first encounter. I was blown away. Read more »