A Halloween Bedtime Story

Mia froze, held her breath. Listened.

The encroaching night pressed in on her, warm, humid…silent, the wild thumping of her heart the only sound that broke its canopied darkness. She turned a slow circle, eyes probing the trees and dense underbrush crowding the running trail, alert for the tiniest movement, the rustle of a branch, the turn of a leaf.

She let out her pent breath, along with a nervous laugh. She had only imagined the soft footfalls pacing her, that crisp snap of a twig. Nothing stirred in the moon-dappled shadows.

With a shake of her head, she set off down the path once more in an easy jog. But her mind wasn’t easy; heat knifed between her shoulder blades, as if eyes were boring into her back. The sweat beading her body turned cold. Goose flesh prickled her arms.

More times than she could count, she had run this trail as twilight was bleeding into night. But this was the first time she had felt anxious, almost…afraid. Continue reading “A Halloween Bedtime Story”

Response to Critics of D/s Men

Some think a man can’t be a man in the D/s lifestyle

They think we’re mean to women, and treat them rather vile

Some think we all are sadists, thrilled to dish out pain

And they label us somewhere between the crazy and insane

 

But not one of them has ever experienced the life

Or felt the cathartic release of pleasure-pain relieving strife

They’ve never had a relationship where there is total trust

Or the freedom to be just who you are without disgust

 

They’ve never had an orgasm that topped the Richter scale

Or multiples so powerful they forgot to exhale

They’ve never had a mate with love so unconditional

They submit in total obedience completely intentional

 

They’ve never had a fantasy come to pass in every way

Or realize from the moment you wake you begin the foreplay

They’re so set in their ways most are “anal retentive”

Hell… they don’t even know you can be sexually inventive

 

Just once I’d like to hear someone first choose to try

Before they condemn us “kinksters” without a reason why

Of course there are exceptions, bad apples in the bunch

Cuz’ posers are as clueless as the mentally out-to-lunch

 

It requires responsibility to be a legitimate D/s man

He bears the weight of leadership—according to plan

Fulfilling wants and needs, and keeping his sub safe and protected

Finding sub-space without sub-drop, aftercare is never neglected

 

Many Doms in the D/s scheme give more than they take

It turns them on to please their subs and hear the sounds they make

The whimpers and moans, cries and passionate screams

Testify that they’re fulfilling their sub’s fantasy dreams

 

An experienced Dom works like hell to please his mate

The D/s life is give and take, and when done right the reward is great

His loving sub submits to him, expressions of love through obedience

Cuz’ the give and take in the D/s life are the proven ingredients

 

And don’t forget the love and trust, respect and communication

Adding to the D/s relationship contentment and elation

So to the critics of D/s men I will simply say

Judge not, or you’ll be judged… cuz’ turnabout is fair play

Ass Addiction

I should’ve known

I should’ve predicted

While we’ve grown

I’ve become addicted

To my woman’s ass

With its tight crevasse

 

 

When I do the sex strut

I like to boogie with her butt

As a Top, I play with bottoms

submissive buns, I love to swat’um

I love to tango with her tush

Love to spread her cheeks and push

My favorite Daddy duty

Is to slam it in kat’s booty

The feeling’s beyond compare

Dick dancing in her derriere

My baby rolls and my baby rocks

With pleasure-pain to her buttocks

The jump and jive is real uncanny

Feelin’ and fuckin’ her fabulous fanny

She whimpers and moans, but is never whiney

When I have my way with her hot hiney

 

I love to tie her down, refusing to release her

Till I’ve shot my wad in her mouth, cunt, and keister

As her Daddy Dom, it’s my right to commandeer

Her body for my pleasure, especially that rear

Cuz’ the orgasm is never inferior

When I cum in the interior

Of her passion primed posterior

 

And there will never be a restriction

On this anal friction addiction

Cuz’ sometimes reality is better than fiction

 

The ever lovin’ end!

 

booty 4

one and the same

kneeling, head bowed
leather collar fastens around neck
chain attaches, wraps around fist
command to stand, to turn
goose flesh prickles naked form
and she wonders if it will be…
pleasure
or
pain…
one and the same

behind, body radiating heat
steely hands grip shoulders
breath warm upon nape
rough whisper of voice
promises/threats of sensations to come
and she draws in a shaky breath…
pleasure
or
pain…
one and the same

ebony silk covers eyes
scarlet cord wraps wrists
hand grasps hair, turns head
possessive lips claim wanting lips
bed kisses breasts and cheek
and quivering, she waits for…
pleasure
or
pain…
one and the same