Caged Dreams ⋅
I never want my fantasies to fuck up my dreams.
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Swaddled in Poetry-ish
No control. Sensation only. Tempting. Touching. Teasing. Tugging. Testing. Tightening. Tensing. Tasting. Trembling. (Trying). Knots built for beauty. Bindings to entice release. Soft leathe...
Fill 'er up in Daydreams
She doesn’t dream of stiff cocks anymore. No, she knows it was merely a placeholder, that she deserves more than being a receptacle. But she still fantasizes about sensuality. Skin on skin. Fin...
It's not hard. in Thoughts
She hates the lonely release. She knows it’s only anger being forced from one area of her body to another. She thought, hoped, assumed…that this part would subside once the others were satiated. ...
Bring me to life in Thoughts
Evanescence was on pandora earlier. She had forgotten about the journal, until a convo with a friend reminded her. 2 yrs. Everything is different, she remains the same. Except now, She knows wha...
Most days I can’t decide who is more lovely. I dream of being the meat (cheese?) between the sandwich of them. How sweet it would be to feel the softness of her breasts pressed against mine while...
Follow me to the bathroom where I will slide your arms out of your shirt and stand on my tip toes to pull it over your head. Hug me tight and let me press my cheek against your bare torso as I ru...
I watch the punching bag sway as sweat drips down my forehead. I listen to its chains creak and I wonder… What would you do, if I wrapped those links around my wrists and fastened them with the c...
I found a box of examination gloves, blue and silky, and I let my fingers wander as my mind wondered.... What would it feel like if you slipped one on your beautiful hand, wrapping your long, sli...
Listening to you from another room, the timbre of your voice calming my frayed nerves. The cadence of your speech slowing my frenzied heart. I close my eyes and imagine you are speaking to me, w...
Building A Mystery in Poetry-ish
It started with a foot, rubbing. No. It began before, with a confession. Then fingers rubbing, probing, pushing inside where so few had ever been, eliciting embarrassed moans which escaped into t...
Laying on your couch, wishing you were beside me. Wishing I could nuzzle into your side and inhale the smell of you. Wishing I could feel the warmth of your naked skin against mine as I ran my pa...
Nights like tonight, I want nothing more than to taste her. To slide my tongue across her nipples and suck them into my mouth until they harden. I want to straddle her hips, run my hands through ...
I almost asked if you had read my words. Almost asked if I should keep writing. And then I realized, while I would like to know…I also write them for me, not just for you. My own bit of selfish, ...
I try so hard to stay in control…of my life, my body, my mind, my breath. My shoulders are always tense, heavy with the weight of it. It feels so good to let go when I am with you. To forget all ...
What do I want? I want to feel you behind me, moving in close as I stand by the back of the couch. I want to feel your breath suddenly in my ear, startling me. But you’re already too close for m...
