He poured her another glass of wine and placed the bottle back into the ice bucket. They were relaxed, sitting back on the small sofa in the bedroom. His fingers circled the back of her neck as they enjoyed the glow of the wine and winding down of the day.
Reaching down, he picked up a discrete black box. He laid it in her lap, gesturing her to open the lid. Inside lay a glass dildo, sparkling in the soft light. Attached to the end were fronds of sumptuous suede for gently flogging her pink skin. She looked at him with wide eyes, expectant with a hint of naughtiness. He removed the toy from its box and slid the glass end into the ice bucket.
If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?
In my head, fantasies and frolics jostle for space amongst the mundane thinking required for daily life. My fantasies fight with one another to get my attention and then prick at physical sensations, reminding me that they could be real if I allowed them to be.
I love to know what other people think about, its a big thing for me. I want to know what he is thinking when we’re making love – even if he’s not thinking of me. I want to know what is in your head whilst you watch, or read my words. I wonder, are you the same as me?
I want to feed my own thoughts, allowing them to trickle between the gaps of my consciousness, stored for another time or to melt into the here and now. Maybe it’s just something for me to write about further, or act out if I get the chance. The mind is a powerful thing. It needs feeding – so tell me.
Teaser and the Teased – with thanks to Liverpoolmunky76
My words and your thoughts
Leading towards the precipice
Unable to flee the flames of the past
Licking at my thighs
You tell me what I do to you
Thrusting together once more
Closer to the edge
You punish me for bringing you to this place
I hear your gasps as you topple over
Leaving me behind once again.
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Ain’t you beautiful? You cast a spell around the world just by being there.
From the story “I love Lesley Hornby” Tank Girl Gold #3
After two bereavements over the Christmas period life has felt heavy but I’m slowly getting back on track.
I’ve been listening to lots of music, and finding art and words for inspiration. Today, it’s Mr Bowie’s eclectic Blackstar album. I listened to the album the day before he died and it didn’t make much sense. It does now.
David Bowie – Blackstar
I feel very drawn to the imagery in this video, and the lyrics. You might notice my profile picture somewhere in the video.
I’m hoping my words come back to me soon. They’re all there, just getting them down in some kind of coherent order is a challenge. All I need is one or two sparks, and the rest will come.
Happy New Year.
My bed is my layer cake
My cosy place
Where I can sink into the crook of your arm
And float away.
My bed is my pit
My special place
Where I lie in wait
To discover my catch of the day.
My bed is a lonely place without you.
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I wasn’t sure that part 3 of my Hotel series “Room 9” was fully formed when I posted it. I left it up for a while so I could think about what it was that wasn’t working for me. I’ve updated it now, and I also have the bones of the next chapter in my head. I hope to get that posted once I’ve got some real life stuff dealt with this week. Anyway, take another look and let me know what you think.
Read Part 1 – Room 210
Read part 2 – I’m Not A Weirdo
Read part 3 – Room 9