poeticdesires

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Archive for July, 2013

Off Campus —

I took maybe five steps into the Dining Hall and waited for maybe one minute before I turned around and left. Midnight Snack was packed, a line snaking around the room and out the far door. There was no way I was going to get any food in the twenty-five minutes I had before my […]

Boymeat —

“I was disappointed I missed your class. I was demo bottoming for another presentation at the same time. So, if you don’t mind me picking your brain, how did you get over piss play?” “I’ve liked piss since I was a kid. The class was about piss play and different ways to use piss.” “Oh, […]

The Need —

I was laden down with bags, three total. Two were my bootblack kit and the other backpack. I’d dressed up as a Vixen for the event that night. I made my way across the grass towards the pool, my moccasin boots sexy but with no arch support. And then I saw him sitting on the […]

Snoozed —

We landed, he texted at 6:52am. I didn’t get Stefanos’s message til 8:46am.I’m having breakfast, came his next text. I scrambled to get ready. As luck would have it, I caught a ride from a taxi all the way around campus. But, just as we were about to make the turn towards the Dining Hall, […]

Vignettes —

When I dropped off Gray at his cabin, off loaded his things, and made sure he was good, I stepped up to hug him. I kissed his cheek. He turned his face into my kiss. He wanted more than a peck. His lips met mine. We kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I stood up on […]

Second Wind —

We met in the Dungeon soon after parting by the pool. He chose the suspension rig to the left of the stage. I sat down my things, slipped off my sandals. “Should I take off my clothes?” “I like to unwrap my presents.” He unrolled what he had dubbed his ‘big bundle of ow’, a […]

Menage-a-trois —

* If you’re free, rough & I have some cigar ash here at the tiki bar with your name on it.– Be there is a quick moment. I had no plans for my Wednesday night. Class practice with Rough had me riding a cloud of glee through dinner into my prep for the evening. Even […]

Practice —

“Poetic, you like breath play.” “Yes.” “And I know you.” “Yes. Rough, do you need a demo bottom for your breath play class?” “Yes.” “We should probably practice.” “Yes.” Rough stood and beckoned me from the porch into the cabin. It was early in the event; most people had yet to arrive. We crept through […]