Apr 302013
 

Monster in youI like your pale skin. I want to sting it. I want it to spill little strips of lava , maybe rub some in. Oh, and I want you cry. Just let me have a little bit of it. Just let me hurt you a little. Cry for me. I want tears. They just tickle me to death. Make me grin.

It’s Christmas morning and I’m like a kid just a little too old for Santa, but with no parental conformation that he doesn’t exist. I don’t really know where this came from, but I like it.

Feb 062013
 

What if we both weren’t two takers.

It’s not even love. It’s as if love, loyalty and compersion all melded together.

I’ve felt the warmth of your heart, but not the heat. It’s a position that I fell into while being honest with you. Sometimes crying with me made me feel like I was hurting you. It made me not want to speak of anything at all. Your tears are more painful to me than the initial hurt that I’d suffered, and far more painful than any hurt I could bare thereafter.

Does she even know?

Nov 192012
 

He’s so possessive.

Mine – he says. His.

He likes it when I say the word when we’re fucking.

Even when we’re not. I don’t forget.

He’ll beat parts of me red and raw so that I’ll remember.

My tears and promises swear that I will.

His. All of it. All of me.

My panties are always wet.

May 102010
 

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I wish I was in love with nightmares

Because nightmares are in love with me

They bring me my tears

They feed off my fears

Their wicked kisses won’t let me be

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 I wish I was in love with nightmares

Because nightmares are in love with me

They slip out of my head

They dance ’round my bed

Forcing me to submit so passionately

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 I wish I was in love with nightmares

Because nightmares are in love with me

The lick of the whip

Thickness of the tip

I can run but I can never leave

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 I wish I was in love with nightmares

Because nightmares are in love with me

I cry for days

It’s their evil ways

The marks they leave no one can ever see

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Mar 112010
 

He said “Do not fight me. I see that look in your eyes. I will break you, and you remember how that felt last time. You know where you belong and how natural it feels there….. Has it been too long? ”

He searched her eyes, and he still saw resistance there. She began to cry, tears ruining her eyeliner and mascara.

A hungry whisper close to her face, “Oh, sweet girl.”

He stood, removed his cock and covered her body in his piss.

 

Sultry Saturday

Mar 082010
 

Take me in, and see me for the broken girl I am. Protect me from myself. Hold me. Stroke me. Open me up, and sort me out. Enjoy me. Dig inside me until the tears and the begging threatens to push me over the edge, my eyes frantically searching yours, for my own salvation. At that moment do not show me kindness, only strength of your will. Take mine, and show me how you hold it in your hand, taking ownership of it, and then eat it. Gone until you decide to give it back. You have that power. I’ve taken that one opportunity that I had, and I gave it to you. Yes, I want this.

No more opportunities for you, little girl.

Daddy’s little girl answers to someone else now.

This show is live.

Enjoy it.

Feb 092010
 

What is your favorite thing to get hit with?

A Man’s hands.

I’ve watched as He’s unloaded toy after toy, paddles, straps, floggers, canes, everything. I’ve felt each of these implements strike my flesh and bring my tears and my wetness, but none bring me the closeness that His hands do.

When He touches me He has the ability to feel His work, the temperature, the give, the flow of blood and tenseness of muscle. He can go from a caress to a slap or a pinch in a moment, at His whim. I am nothing if not at His mercy…and I …love …being at His mercy.

I enjoy Him the most… His arms restraining me, His mouth as my gag, His hands striking me. I know I’m supposed to be the toy, but, it’s Him that I wish I could order from, not JT’s Stockroom.

 

(FYI: I like JT’s.)

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Dec 212009
 

 

“Please stop…”
The words were more of a whispered sob, catching in my throat.
“I need… I need… I … need you to stop..”
I continued trying to lift my head to make eye contact. If he looked into my eyes and saw me, really saw me… he might know.

His mouth attached securely to my nipple. He didn’t look as if he was going to let up anytime soon. The burning sensation of his teeth digging into the tender flesh sent shivers through my body. My back arched. I cried out. I felt his  fingers roughly push past my panties. Three of them entered me. He  let go of my nipple to watch his own assault. I cried out and kicked, scooting myself upwards on the bed and away from him, causing him to loosen the grip his left hand had on my wrists. He grunted as his position was lost. I pushed with my shoulders and tried to roll backwards to get away. The door was 20 feet from us. I could make 20 feet.

“Back, now.” He was growling. He was upset. This was day three, day four? I was getting better at telling when he was really angry or just trying to intimidate me. He’d waited, but now he was more anxious.

He reached for me, but I rolled off the bed and hit hard on the floor. I rolled to my back and as soon as I saw him step one leg off the bed, I kicked at him as hard as I could. I clipped him. He howled, cursed, and fell back onto the bed. This was my chance. I rolled over and crawled a few paces, scrambling to my feet before taking off towards the door. He had every lock latched. Just as I was reaching for the handle to fling open the door – I felt the weight of his body crush me from behind with a loud grunt. I felt all the air in my body leave me. The smell of him bombarded my nostrils as I sucked in and  prepared myself to be thrown back on the bed. Unfortunately, he decided he liked the position. I heard his zipper release.

“I’ll kill you.”
I began to really cry.

His hand encircled the back of my neck and pinned me against the door. I felt his cock hard against my ass. I was panicking. I began to scream and beat on the door with my hands. His  hand wrapped around my mouth and nose, cutting off my ability to breathe. I became still and quiet, very quickly. His chuckle was dark. He moved me over to a chair and bent me over, letting me have my air as his hands trailed over my back, to my ass. I sucked in and coughed, gasping and sobbing as he spread my legs farther apart and began pressing himself against me, trying to get in. I threw my head back and pleaded with him.

“Please! No!”

“It’s mine. I’ll do as I please, pet.”
I thought I screamed as he entered my ass, but there was no sound, just a horrified gasp. I was holding my breath. I had done this before, but never so violently. Never like this.

“Take it, girl”

His voice was so gruff, and his hands held tightly to my hips, slamming me back onto his awaiting cock. I felt myself get wet instantly, yet the pain in my ass was almost unbearable.

‘Please… it… hurts!’
“Shhh…. I know… It’s gonna hurt.”