Prison of Perversity

Under His hand
Her face pressed into the dirt
Smelling her own sweat and piss
She doesn’t have to pretend to be something she’s not.

Under His hand
She is free to be herself.

~SW

True Love!

~SW

always-closer-to-the-edge:

‘Assume the position, kitten.’

D: It’s plugged in.
s: Mmmphmmm…
D: I’m going to turn it on now.
s: Hmph Gnl Hmphmnn?
D: I don’t know. Let’s find out.

~SW

Okay, you’ve had the coat for 10 minutes.
Now give it back!

~SW

parparin:

Anticipation.

You leave me acutely aware of Your pending return,

and as the drops of time slowly travel down my skin,

I ripen for You as a sweet red apple,

Your seductive slave girl,

Sorceress.