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.


Posted in Crimson Writ on April 1st, 2020 by D'jaevle

A locket the size of a heart, if the heart was made to be kept close.

She held it in her hand, small fingers curled to nestle it against her soft cheek; indeed, she was a small girl, but her heart wasn’t small.

The locket held a secret – but then, that is the nature of a locket, so it is no surprise.

What the secret is, isn’t what is important. What she did with it is.

Because small girls, little girls, are not meant for secrets. They are meant for sunshine, and curiosity, and spinning in circles until they fall down.

So she did what any sensible little girl would with a secret.

She put it in her heart.

And because her heart was so much larger then her fear or her hope or her world, the secret became just another piece of her heart, neither defining it nor becoming lost.

blank spaces

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on March 25th, 2020 by D'jaevle

what if all the blank spaces
are just hiding places
for my devils?

and I fill this page with words
to overturn their homes
pluck them by their wings
and make them mine again

bright light

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on February 20th, 2020 by D'jaevle

you are
a bright light.
a soft curve

but forgiving

you are today’s delight

the space between each breath

and sometimes
breath itself

never enough

Posted in Poetry on February 8th, 2020 by D'jaevle

There is not enough of you.

Not enough of the special brand of mischief
your eyes promise.

Not enough of your promiscuous laugh
that has made itself so comfortably at home in my heart.

Not enough of your crooked smile,
or the map of your thighs in the morning
a lazy but confident promise
if only
I will stay in bed.

There is not enough of you.

so I stole your shadow from a sunny day
to shade me while I read

I convinced your reflection to follow me home
and watch me as I write.

There is not enough of you,
so I will write you into a line,
a poem
a book
a dream.

i see you breathe

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 29th, 2020 by D'jaevle

i steal
your breath

hungry heart

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on January 3rd, 2020 by D'jaevle

there was a moment
when her eyes
met mine
that I

she would be

I would know her
through her
beautiful eyes

and she would know me
hungry heart

sins of the map-maker

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on December 22nd, 2019 by D'jaevle

I know your curves.
I learned them the best way possible.
by touch and by taste.
with time and with hunger.
deliberate and slow.
swift and sure.

I mapped the contours of your body with intent and your curves remember me well; strong hands and parted lips left landmarks.

I left my poetry between your thighs and my scent upon your skin.

you are known, but not discovered; there are secrets left in the cleft of your thighs, and the rising rhythm of your breathe.

I know your curves.

But I want to know them better.