poeticdesires

the life and musings of a kinky slut

Archive for August, 2012

There It Is —

~ erotica ~ I can hear the rest of the party in the background. The loud DJ. The coworkers laughing and dancing in the awkward drunk way drunk people do.The door is locked. The door…is…locked. I locked the door when we snuck in, I think. God, I hope I locked the door.She smells so good. […]

Angry, A Rant —

Fair warning: This is not a sexy post. I will understand if you do not wish to read it.Fair warning: This post will cover not fun things. Really not fun things.YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.It never occurred to me that people would not realize I am angry.  But, as I sat on the couch last night […]

Not The Suckiest —

~ a story ~ I knew it. I knew as soon as she opened the boxed that I had fucked up. Maybe it wasn’t the right color. Or the right size. Or maybe it was just something she found utterly atrocious. Either way, I knew I fucked up.“You hate it,” I stated plainly.“No. No, I […]

My Toy —

~erotica~ He wore just a plain white jock strap and his mid calf boots. He knelt before me, head bent in supplication.I stood, looking down on this toy for me to play with.I could tell he was staring at my leather, a pair of boots ladder laced up the front in red, their end just […]

Two States Away —

I saw my Ex at The Floating World.I looked about one hundred feet across the playspace, near its entrance, and there he was. I instantly recognized the brown skin, bald head, and stocky build.I immediately turned around.For good measure, I looked again. Yup, it was him. I turned back around.I followed a friend outside and […]

Commitment —

A few things from my day.It’s Tuesday, which more often then not lately has meant I get to see Doc. As we talked about the happenings of my past week, my practice of his homework assignments, and things bugging my brain, an interesting topic came up: commitment. Well, more to the point, my lack of […]

Stupid —

Boys are stupid.  Boys. Are. Stupid. But if I keep giving boys second and third and twenty-sixth chances, I think that makes me stupid too. It doesn’t take much to placate me. The occasional call or text. A conversation. An acknowledgement that both you and I are still alive. Really, not much. Honesty, respect, simple […]

Monday Morning —

“I don’t have that effect on people.”“Now I have to call bullshit.”We sat in the Dining Hall. It was Monday morning, the final moments of camp upon us. I was tired, having spent another late night out. I’d already finished eating my meal and was relishing the last few minutes I had before I was […]

A Boot Scene —

He stood beside me for a moment before his turn. He asked for a light for his cigar, which I gratefully gave. Sitting down in my chair, the din of the event fell away. I picked up his boot and placed it on my thigh. I unlaced his leather and began working. I was still […]

My Service —

“I can wait; she’s worth waiting.” “Now you know what it’s like to be a presenter; everyone wants a piece of you.”After the Dirty Pig Leather Contest, I packed up my kit and headed down to the Cigars and Services event in the Pavilion. It had already been underway for a bit, but I was […]