The body sees The body knows The body remembers. lub-dub, lub-dub Staccato heartbeats of whips coursing through the room Pulsating laughter, wine and chips Fists against quivering flesh I wish I could take a snapshot of everyone gathered in the far corner of the room and engrave it in me. It feels so nice to… Continue reading Orbiting in kink space.
Driftwood. Scorching heat of the sun. Vast, endless sea. I’m bobbing up and down quietly, listening to the waves lap against me. Ships yawn a long, low groan, and I realise that even though they’re dry and hollow, they’re not in want. Probably because they know to keep things casual. They’re listless, but they know… Continue reading Let me settle down already.
Names have been changed to protect the identities of people. Even though the names learnt are probably pseudonyms. Stepping into a new space is … Exhilarating. I’ve always liked meeting new people, but when they’re grouped in throngs at wooden tables with identical food buzzers in their hands, it’s kinda robotic and weird. They’re smiling.… Continue reading Connected with Strangers
trying not to be seduced by your one of a kind ness i can hear the quiver in your voice even before you speak emotion contagion how to contain all the warmth i have for you? or are they already spilling like a cascade of marbles collecting at your feet while your own crystal beads… Continue reading ‘/