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

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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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Pointed

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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[burning cold]

10 07 2017

burning cold
tortured with frozen steel
across her throat





Dueling Haiku #2

4 07 2017

This is a collaboration with a lady I met a short while ago

Thank you  Cheryl DeWolfe for this pleasure

 

bound to frame
fighting to control breath
she waits

 

clock ticks in her mind
anticipation growing
practicing patience

 

blade descends
steel against shoulder strap
parted threads

 

floral sundress falls
her clothing his to destroy
happy she exhales

 

lazy lines
between her bared breasts
he draws

 

steel kisses her flesh
stillness is now her focus
she watches him work

 

turned blade
whispered menace
across her throat

 

sharp intake of breath
panic rises and subsides
her cunt grows wetter

 

up and behind
pin point pressure scores a line
to her ear

 

sweat beads on forehead
jagged breath discloses fear
she senses his smile

 

exposed neck
beast licks his lips
as dinner waits

 

unable to move
his breath heavy on her neck
his growl her touchstone

 

 





[hostage to lust]

3 07 2017

hostage to lust
sharp point of steel
under her chin





[burn of bliss]

16 06 2017

burn of bliss
with clean sharp steel
a shallow cut