Hold my hand

And you hold my hand

Through it all you hold my hand. You take it in yours and you shelter and keep it safe. You envelope yours, the larger, around about it and protect it from the world. Whatever happens, you hold my hand. And as you do, you squeeze your words into my brain. You tell me that you want me, that you need me. You tell me that I am safe and that I am strong. You let me know that you are there and that I am not on my own in dealing with the things that come my way, our way. […]

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Tape me I am yours - image of missy from focussed and filthy, wearing pink bondage tape around her mouth

Tape me, I am Yours

He has wound the tape around my mouth so that it sticks to itself. I watch him concentrating, lifting his arm as he moves the roll around the back of my head. It feels odd not to speak. It isn’t that I want to, but the knowledge that I can’t seems to hang there like a silence between us. For some reason, he is silent too and I feel a little thrill that flutters inside and makes the corners of my mouth curl into a smile behind the tape. The strangeness of the situation leads to a feeling of things […]

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Hiding from Time

I am hiding from time. It seems to keep creeping in, and creeping up, and catching me off guard. Can it see me here? Will it find me? Or can I sit here and be safe for a while? I want these moments. I want to take them and grow them. I want to make them bigger than time, and bigger than everyone, and bigger than everything. If you feed things they grow and so I will feed these moments that I have, and they will blossom into beauteous glass goblets of the finest nectar and I can drink them […]

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writing your way on my body - written on missy

Writing your way on my body

You are writing your way on my body. You are telling me how things should be and showing me that I am worthy of you, of this. You are re-writing all of the wrongs and making them right. You are loving me with your words and the pictures of your words. I become the paper for your pen. I become the embodiment of your actions and your desires. You are writing your truth and in the end it becomes my truth too. With your words you embrace me and envelop me as part of you. The words are our story […]

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Electromagnetic Spanking - missy over HL's knee with photo filter

Electromagnetic Spanking

Ready for some electromagnetic spanking? Draped across your knee, pulled into your magnetic field, I feel your charge. Skirt lifted, knickers lowered, you bring my skin slowly to life as you rub and stroke and nip. You ignite me with your words, rewiring my brain and connecting it, through my body, to you. Earthed and grounded by you, you know I am yours and you begin to spank me, gently at first but building to firmer blows which rain down on me. Your movements are power and they fill me and ignite me, fusing me to you as your current […]

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dandelion seeds bloing on the breeze for healing

Healing

Content Warning: the subject matter of this post relates to eating disorders and self-harm. She is sitting there on the toilet in the bathroom of the rancid student flat. It is 1989 and she has had enough. Four years of the punishment and the guilt. The adrenaline of the endorphin rush has worn off and she is only left with the pain. She is coming down as she turns slowing inside out on herself and she bites the back of her hand to cope with it. She is worthless and that is the route of her problem. She has allowed […]

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Greedy

He has been forcing the orgasms from me for so long I have long lost count. I am so far past myself that I am no longer aware of what I am doing. I can hear the noises I am making but it is as if they are coming from someone else. My body feels alight, so hot, so sensitive it is almost painful. The intensity is nearly unbearable and I hear the laughter in his voice as he says, “Oh I think there are a few more of those in there yet.” I plead with him, beg him, but […]

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passenger

Passenger

She was the passenger and not the driver, and yet she was significant. Without her the journey would not necessarily need to take place, and if it still did, would follow quite a different route. It bothered her not that she was in this situation. Others might look and think she was there for a free ride, or that she was not capable of driving herself, or even that she was incidental to the journey. She knew this was not the case and sometimes wanted to scream about it. Mostly she was content just to know the truth herself.  She […]

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