Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on October 12th, 2020 by D'jaevle

you cannot say
“this is enough.”
the thought
of your thighs
makes the world
too small
to hold


Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on September 13th, 2020 by D'jaevle


Posted in Crimson Writ on August 31st, 2020 by D'jaevle

the beauty of darkness
is the absence
of shame
and the possibility
everything else.

“No, don’t turn on the light. Stand there.”

You are silhouette in my door.

I am a voice in the room.


You do. Of course you do.

“Turn around.”

I watch you make a slow, almost timid, turn in place. There is just enough light for me to take in your naked curves.

“Good girl.”

“Now come in.”

“And close the door.”


Posted in Poetry on August 26th, 2020 by D'jaevle

you like to hold
your cup
like it might
if I speak.

I noticed today
that you put
all the glassware
behind the cereal

so I’m waiting
to see
if you ask me
for milk.


Posted in Crimson Writ on August 11th, 2020 by D'jaevle

“No, don’t move.”

My words rest precariously upon your skin.

You sway. Teeter.

It is hard to stand with your ankles bound tightly together.

And my fingers curled deep inside you from behind.

And my teeth nipping the edge of your ear.

And my cock pressing rigid and hot against your thigh.

But I expect you to do it anyway.


Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 10th, 2020 by D'jaevle


on my words
so delicately
upon your tongue

you are taught
to respect
by force

“what will you do
when my reach is so long
I can pluck your sins
like over-ripe cherries?”

your answer
is no answer at all
because you cannot speak
with my words
and burning
your mouth


Posted in General Musings on August 9th, 2020 by D'jaevle

are placed.

for you, I create

a sacred

with dark corners
    to hide in

a pedestal
    to stand

    to dance

stained-glass windows
    to shatter

my hands
    to hold

are placed.

to know
your place

dinner bell

Posted in Uncategorized on June 18th, 2020 by D'jaevle

It is always so kind of you to be waiting for me when I get home.

But…why are you out of your cage?

And where is your collar?

Ah. So, you had to go to the store to get what you needed for dinner.

I’m quite pleased to know you’re keeping my comforts in mind.

But I’m still going to have to remind you of your place. I can’t have you thinking my pet has free reign to do anything she likes.


Yes, all the way.

That’s my girl-pet.

Now kneel.

I want to look down into your eyes while I put your collar back on. It looks so good around your neck, a reminder of place.


You know what this is.

This is your leash.

Stay still while I attach it.

Good girl.

Now, on all fours like the bitch you are for me.

Mmmm. There is something most divine about seeing you like this.

Ass raised. Like you are in heat.

And you are, aren’t you? You started getting wet the moment I put your collar back on.

You don’t believe me? … mmm, there, feel my fingers curled inside of you? Oh yes. You are wet. So very fucking wet. Do you want a taste?

(chuckle) no. You are too…primed. Too ready.

I’m going to have to take advantage of that.

Let my hands grip your hips…just like that…drag you back…oh yes. I love the way you quiver when you feel me opening you, a slow tease with the head of my cock.

But I’m too impatient to tease you today.

Today I am going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.

MMMMM…fuck. Yes, One thrust to be deep inside of you.

Another to remind you that you are meant for this.

Again. And again. Feeling your heat around me.



Good. Fucking. Girl.


mmm…what’s that pet?

You want to make dinner?

No. Not yet.

I’m still much too hungry for dinner.

another color

Posted in General Musings on May 17th, 2020 by D'jaevle

what if kindness
was a color

you could wear it all the time
in it’s bright and amazing glory
and know it would put a skip into the step
of all who saw you

you could draw a picture with it
put it into a flower
under a smiling sun
and W shaped birds
and those passing the fridge
would be happier
it existed

if only kindness
was as easy to share
as a color

if only.


Posted in Crimson Writ on May 14th, 2020 by D'jaevle

“I am watching,” said the Wolf.

The low rumble of a growl can never be mistaken for a purr, but the sound of a content wolf and a hungry one can be too close for comfort.

Your heat is a sinful garden, filled with dark scents from a blood winter. I want to harvest you, reap the dew of a long hibernation from your fevered skin.

It is Spring and you rise on unsteady legs. You ache from being in one place for too long.

Abstinence has left you empty of everything but cruel memories.

Your limbs tremble with the need to run.

It is too early for a hunt.

But dawn is not so far away.