If only I could make this at my day job...

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Happy Easter

Domme poem

I don’t care about you. don’t you see,

You really should forget about falling in love with me.

I won’t even remember your name by next week,

I will barely remember it after I reach my peak.

Youre just another cock to fill my desire,

Another attempt at quelling that fire.

That’s all you are, you had better get used to it,

Now get down there, suck my clit!

Another part I

Its 11:00 at night. Im driving into Boston, going over the Tobin. God, I love this view of the city. I spy the customs house and a smile creeps across my face. Different areas of this city remind me of some very naughty times and the memories are absolutely priceless.

I make my way through the narrow and decliningly busy streets to the tall Back Bay building. Parking is a bitch but I managed to luck out as your neighbor was leaving for what looked to be a very hot date. Her dress was innocent enough but the stockings, shoes and look in her eye hinted at hopes for carnal delights.

I climb the seven flights of stairs, slowly, taking in the sounds and smells of each floor. Laughter, lonleiness, smoke, and pride fill the corridor and character the walls. Upon reaching your door, I see that you have left it cracked open for me. I walk in and find you, still in your work clothes (that tie is adorable) sitting in your chair and watching the news, having a martini.

"Change it to SportsCenter, I want to see what's new with the Sox", I declare.
"I will, but only if you get on your knees right here in front of me"
"Dream on", I reply flippantly.

Scale

Makes sense to me, what do you think?

Scratching an itch - (Part I of ?)

I had been experiencing nice, convential, loving sex for a good period of time. Granted, it was good sex...it was great sex. It quite literally blew my mind in the spiritual and soul senses.

But, you know me, I had a need, an itch, a deep desire to be physically ravaged. I had to be taken, be fucked and afterwards held without regard. No pedestal for me please, I ached to be quaffed and rid myself of this ever growing hunger.

I thought about the stable, the boys of my past and present; anyone that could take care of me in this way was just purely geographically unavailable. And so, for the first time in several months, I wandered into the digital realm.

Craigslisting and getting exactly what you want is part art, part luck. The art requires an understanding not only of sexuality, but of psychology and sociology as well. I could tell you what I did and how, but the outcome is that not only did I get exactly what I was looking for, I got more.

We met at 2 for coffee. He was everything he said he was, though from the email exhange, I wasnt worried. He was open and confident and didnt back down; he was inquisitive and engaging but not pushy; he was natural and made eye contact, freely showing off his interest and picking up on mine. He was sexy, everything I wanted and it was driving me wild.

After some short, easy chat he invited me home with him. While I followed behind his car, trying to look cool, I anticipated the fun that was to be had.

Immediately upon entering his apartment, I met his impressively well behaved dog. Soon I was to discover that he could tame woman, as well as beast. He made me comfortable with chat and we shared a bone while getting to know each other a bit more.

"Would you like to go upstairs?" was quickly followed by the two of us climbing up to the spare bedroom/workout room. I spyed the workout bench first and was wondering just how kinky he was but then as we entered the room, I saw the bed. He threw me down on it, coming at me as to kiss me but instead pushing my shoulders and throwing my back down onto the mattress - I was stunned. I looked up at him and he just smiled and began to loosen his tie...

wild man

It must be the breathtakingly beautiful and soulfully inspiring surrounding nature that reminded me of you. The wild danger and thrill of discovery parallel my feelings when with you. Your raw masculinity captivates me much like the wilderness. A wolf howls and I hear you calling my name. I cant shake your memory any easier than I can forget the image of stars seen from the desert.
Its such a shame that we live in cities, real and metaphoric.