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The Edge of His Darkness

It’s 3am. I should be unconscious, earning another two or three face creases from sleeping soundly on His t-shirt, but in the shadows and silence and blessed fuckin stillness, I selfishly steal the time from my pile of obligations to travel back to our last night, our last morning, and just savor the memories.  Words, images, moments flicker through my mind.  Until I settle there.  That.  I hit replay and replay and replay. Fuck. What He did to me….   What I can’t even bring myself to fuckin type.  Even here. No one has dared.  Except Him.  Except Him.  Except Him. Looking back, I see clearly the presence I had felt.  It was there.  In the look carved on His face.  The edge of a Darkness that He holds tightly at bay had come to watch me.  Somehow... after so long... I had caught His interest again.   I met His gaze without fear, and His vicious response was absolute. There was no warning.   No preparing me to take what was to come.   He. Gave. Me. No. Choice.   And in the quiet deep o

#NYCProblems | 07.21.23

#NYCProblems | Yes...that was a big brand new bottle of ANAL LUBE that just fell out of my Purple-Passion-purchases-stuffed Tumi backpack and rolled down the fuckin 6 train only be stopped by the polite foot of a beautiful 30-ish 6' 5" black man with a nose ring. SMH...making memories on MTA, folks. 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Post Play Conversations with an Ass

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Conversation in an unknown masochist's NYC bedroom at 6:45 am sometime in the last week: Her: ~blinking awake~ oh. shit. Well...Good morning, ass. Ass: Bitch...what the fucking hell did you do to me? Her: ~smile~ just some quality play time for my masochist. Ass: Play time, you say? Play. Huh.  I see. Well then, bitch, today’s about to be an extended version of some mother fuckin play time cuz it feels like you dragged me over a super-sized cheese grater yesterday. Her:  ~giggle~ Ass:  Wait! Are you...laughin?!? Oh? You think this is funny.  Go ahead and roll over off you stomach then, bitch... Her: ~GROOOOOOAN~ Ass: ~GROOOOOOAN~ SEE!!!  I tried fuckin to warn you, Ms Fuckin Play Time.  Get ready...we about to have some QUALITY dialog today.  I have no doubt you gonna get tired of hearin my voice. Her:  Naaaa...well worth it!  ~kicks off covers~  Welllll wor... ~sits up~ FUCK ME! Ass:  Not gonna warn you anymore since you think this shit is fun. Text

A Little Humor for My Kinster Friends...

So before I call it a night... The top of my left foot has been KILLING me the last few days. I thought maybe someone had stepped on it last week when I accidentally ended up in a spontaneous NYC subway escalator mosh pit, which happens whenever some idiot doesn’t get out of the way at the end of the escalator. If this has never happened to you, it’s a total cluster fuck, especially during NYC rush hour when dozens if not a hundred people are directly in a line behind you getting dumped into the mosh.   *Ugly way to start the morning, trust me.* No bruise though. Just incredible persistent pain, and that’s the only incident that I could think of. In the tangle of arms and legs and yelling and pisstivity I could have easily missed getting stepped on in the moment. ~shrug~ ..... *(This gets better.  I promise.)* Just now. On a Wednesday night. In an effort to quell the noise in my head...frustration and sadness over dumb shit, I decided to get myself off. Kwesi is in a Man Meetin