without

Posted in General Musings on May 27th, 2017 by D'jaevle

There are two ways to take you apart.

With care and deliberation.

And without.

Door, stairs, hardwood floor – no time, right here. Clothes ripped, pulled, pushed aside. Teeth and fingers and you wet, already wet, wet before you knocked, wet on the drive over, wet the moment I said the words “Come here.” that led you to me.

No thoughts. No words. Just bared intentions and the sound flesh makes when it’s abused. The sound an animal makes when it is caught and taken.

After: bruises on your thighs from the hard steps I pressed you into; bloodied lower lip where I bit too hard trying to taste you; teeth marks on your breasts; nipples aching; cunt sore.

Clothes no longer in a state to be worn outside the house.

But I make you wear them anyways when I send you home.

barbwire thin

Posted in Crimson Writ on May 12th, 2017 by D'jaevle

What I do know is that when you admit your own hunger, I feel an unfurling of low, dark, energy, a current that makes me want to grab you by the throat.

It puts me in a place where my control over the wolf is barbwire thin.

books and thorns

Posted in Crimson Writ on May 2nd, 2017 by D'jaevle

Do you believe in the beauty of rain?

Do you read books not to distract you from the world, but because it makes the world even more wondrous?

Do unexpected kisses make you shiver in delight?

Do you want to spend an evening naming your favorite villains while eating chocolate ice cream?

Do you like leather and lace?

Do you like to laugh while being naughty, and does being naughty make you laugh?

(does the word naughty make you laugh?)

Do thorns make you turn away, or will you pluck the rose despite the sting?