Saturday 23 February 2013

choice butts #8...

At night
He would scour the endlessly open cityscape
His telephoto lens reaching right into unsuspecting dreams
He paused
One hand on the shutter
The other on his piece
It was moments like these that made his job worthwhile
t-ksht..
...t-ksht

Sunday 10 February 2013



I imagine the dark pink wetness of you and recall a taste, quite different from any other.   
I catch your naked thigh as you brush past, on route to the bedroom, and hold you here. 
Deftly searching your warmth, my fingers find what they're looking for. 
The essence of you. 
Your silky venom.


 I drag my hand down your thigh, and bring your trail to my lips. 
Ah yes.. it’s you I've missed.   
I gaze intently as you peel away. 
A gaze alone that tears strips.. 
Tears strips off your nakedness.


We’ve waited far too long for this. 

Saturday 2 February 2013

A Penance befitting..

I've been bad.. dear readers I know.. don't I know it. 
It's been more than 30 days since my last post, and I'm feeling a tad ashamed. Normally I'm more of the under promise and over deliver type.. And pride myself in being so.. However I've been far too unrealistic, at the same time underestimating the constraints and taxing that my work bears down upon me. I do apologise profusely. From this moment on I shall revert back to the under promise and over deliver stable which has served me well until now. But before I do, I've come up with a crafty excuse which goes a little something like this.. After the excesses of the festive season I decided that I'd participate in the fashionistas version of detox.. dubbed a 'Dryathlon'.. and so I gave up my sordid lifestyle with all the trimmings for the entire month.. Not once venturing online to get my fix of fetish, my slice of cake, narry a dirty wish nor desire was sate. Which brings me to this fine month of February.. and after my long sabbatical, it feels quite lovely to dip my toes back into the fantasy and filth.
So whether or not you choose to believe me, it's about as good an excuse as I can muster.
And to appease the Goddesses of the informationsuperhighway I would like to offer up a humble slice, freshly unwrapped. A belated but heartfelt happy new year to you all.
I'll gladly take any other suggestions as to what may be my penance..