He looped the rope through the cuffs on my ankles and pulled it back, pushing my knees close to my chest before fastening the rope to the back frame of the bed. I don't know what's going on with me, but I cannot get enough of being tied down lately. I'm worried this is going to be like yoga. I sp...
2022-03-17 16:32:06 +0000 UTC View Post
No matter where I looked no god I could find,
not one that inspired faith of soul or mind,
but whenever I called out in love or pain,
I could always find the patter of the rain.
Like an immediate response to a call to prayer,
the absence of my devotion was so rare,
...
They gave us free sanitary pads — winged and scented for our comfort — and taught us how to use them.
The room was coloured in hues of pink and power; the walls adorned with glittering prophecy.
*Who runs the world? Girls!*
In that room we sat, on red chairs, for corpor...
I love everything about being drenched in piss, except the part when it starts to dry and it starts to burn my skin a little. Burning might not be the perfect way to describe it; it's not a warm sensation but a prickly one. Either way, it's unpleasant and even though I never want his poss was...
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She makes me stupid but to my advantage she couldn't know it. She wouldn't, especially since she has never expressed any interest in my brain or any manner of discourse that would suggest she was ascertaining my intelligence or displaying hers. I suspect there isn't much to display.
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2022-03-03 05:47:50 +0000 UTC View Post
His fingers linger,
Over the purple imprints on my arm.
He doesn't say anything,
And I continue to gaze out of the window,
as if I don't notice that he's stroking the thumb prints with a compulsion that betrays him.
He shifts his grip an inch lower before he pulls ...
I love your extremities.
In tenderness, you are so soft.
Like your fingers are weightless when they stroke my cheek.
And your lips came straight from the oven when they meet my skin.
Like your fingers will fuse to mine before you let go.
And I'd have to gro...
I keep biting into the rope in my mouth with my incisors, I am not doing it in an attempt to chew through it, in fact, there is no intent to it at all. The binds of the rope are cutting the sides of my mouth a little bit, and the more I bite into it, the harder I seem to pull at them, but I am no...
2022-02-24 03:51:29 +0000 UTC View Post
Whip bites.
Fists fall.
Leather meets skin.
I want to scream but it's stuck like the memory of a hair in my throat.
It's not really there.
But I remember it being there so well I can feel the outline still inside.
Inside, I can scream.
Ou...
I can only be taken out after the party is over.
When everyone is gone,
And the prying eyes have retreated for the day.
When only those remain,
the ones who are privy to the secret.
*Secret.*
I am the secret.
Hidden away in the day.
...
I've always had friends and lovers who were at least a decade older. I was always the "youth" or the "kid" in my social circles and now that I'm at a "respectable" age, I'm experiencing something strange. Or my friends are, anyway.
And I am realising, I don't understand people at all.
I can be just yours. In that I can give everything I have right now to you.
But along the way I gave little pieces of my heart to some people from whom I can't take it back.
I try never to see them again.
Once I'm gone, I try to...
2022-02-20 05:32:39 +0000 UTC View PostIt's dark outside. It has to be because the clock says it's well past nine. It doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter that the sun comes up every morning and children scurry away to school with giant backpacks that seem to grow bigger each year. It doesn't matter because inside this house, it's...
2022-02-18 08:21:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Around the corner from the rain gutter,
where good girls never wandered at night,
the men would pass by with a mutter,
at its unseemly and dilapidated sight.
Big letters in orange above the shutter,
and a cock-eyed man not quite right,
that's where we made our brea...
It was about to rain. I could smell it coming. We were at least ten kilometers away from our campsite and I had no idea how we had even gotten to this particular peak. As the clouds were descending and the white nothingness was flowing through us, I knew we had to start making our way back. I can...
2022-02-15 12:00:16 +0000 UTC View PostWe used to meet during lunch, in the library, on Wednesdays and Fridays. I don't know how we decided we would meet on those days, but I think it had to do with us having prep right after lunch, and that was held right next to the library. None of our other friends knew that we hung out...
2022-02-12 04:14:08 +0000 UTC View PostThe creepers that once grew outside on a vine,
have now invaded where was once marble,
and wild flowers grow without support,
where the blue vase she so loved once stood.
The paint on the walls has long crumbled,
and lizards take the place of laughing children,
the moist w...
The chaos is constant. I've never lived in a place so disordered. I drive out into the streets and it feels like I may be the only person who knows about the existence of traffic violations, including those who are charged with enforcing them. There are cows, everywhere, even for a city in India,...
2022-02-08 13:31:59 +0000 UTC View PostIt's all I can focus on, even though the sounds of them talking amongst themselves are coming through the curtain, I can't bring myself to shift focus long enough to listen.
All I can think about is that I *feel* wet.
I hate feeling wet. It's not the ...
2022-02-08 13:30:56 +0000 UTC View PostAll men sound the same to me when they are laughing at me. I like hearing it, the sound of ridicule bouncing off my shoulders, down my back and travelling slowly to the tips of my toes where it remains trapped along with the pooling blood. It feels good to be ridiculed by women too but the laught...
2022-02-05 11:31:00 +0000 UTC View Post"Take my shoes off," he said sitting down on the bed.
I pulled at the neat little knot and it unravelled instantly. As I looked at the criss-cross of the lace going through the tiny holes I had an important realisation, I had no idea how to loosen a proper shoe. Still, I pulled, I pulled ...
For silken robes and jewels it was meant,
or so my young, hopeful teacher once felt.
For royalty and grand stature it was decreed,
that hues of purple would be freed.
A natural choice, it seemed for flowers,
and for witches with secret powers.
It sparkled in little vials...
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Kink is complicated, but we seem intent on making it as socially acceptable as possible, and I wonder if that makes it less safe.
Also my sister is making Sexcel Sheets.
2022-01-28 06:07:12 +0000 UTC View PostSomething strange happened this week. I was at my best friend's home, she's had a really rough two years. She had a baby, the adult daughter of her partner moved in with them six months into having the baby, then there was lockdown, she finished her PhD, she had many visa issues and her relations...
2022-01-27 06:58:51 +0000 UTC View Post
As I walk through the living room towards the bedroom, I notice his evidence of him on the dining table. We all leave it around, and the ones who know us best can look through our homes, and immediately determine where we last sat. He sat here, at this table. I sit down on the chair he left a...
We haven't moved in a while. India Gate is still on my right and the bold declaration of love to someone named Ritu that I had closed my eyes to is still looking at me from the rear-screen of the car in front of us.
"What's...
Most of the night is a blur. That happens sometimes. It's hard to tell the beatings apart past a point; it's hard to place them even when I can see the marks on my body. I remember the night without chronology, I don't know where it began nor where it ended, but if I look around the ro...
2022-01-18 15:06:54 +0000 UTC View Post'Who knows I am here?' I often wonder aloud,
and sometimes I ask the lizard on the wall,
if she has it in her to gather for me a crowd,
lest I be carried out of here by a bearer of pall.
In a rounded spot of sunshine all day I sit,
watching the yellow circle in the ceilin...
By giants I was taught strength,
and endurance to any length,
their lessons said to never cower,
and to covet the potion of power.
By the hand of the righteous knight,
I was taught to win and fight,
told to cut off my flowing hair,
before I wished away all despair....