[bondage art]

17 10 2017

bondage art
slivered steel and lace
her corset

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[wandering hands]

11 10 2017

wandering hands
across raw nerve endings
symphony of pain





I was there – a haibun

29 08 2017

She sat in the chair, the one reserved for lap dances. Her hands went under her thighs, lest she reach up and touch.
Then he stepped in, moving ever so slowly toward her. A sliver of sharpened steel in his right hand.

And he danced.
Slowly
Deliberately

His blade touching her throat, gently dragging the point across her upper chest. Here and there the blade touched, never once breaking the skin, never once severing a thread of cloth. She flew beyond the confines of her skin.

And he danced
Belt buckle released and the long leather belt pulled free. The belt folded in half touching across her shoulder, stroking her cheek gently circling her neck, never once striking her. She flew beyond the confines of the building.

And he danced
His belt button released and the fly of his jeans pulled down. His hands moved to the waist band of his pants and…..
Well, there are some things that were not seen

I was there
A Dominate and His knife
over her lap





Music Time

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

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Roped

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

Note: no bytes were killed in the writing of these, thou some of them may be scarred for life

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Paint

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

Note: no bytes were killed in the writing of these, thou some of them may be scarred for life

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Lesson

3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

Note: no bytes were killed in the writing of these, thou some of them may be scarred for life

 

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