I carry scissors just for this, you know. Straddle the lacyness. Snip snip (at the seams, mind you). What’s that, a bit of talc? Ah, but you feed me with … Continue Reading Erotique
You must be my Witch In the day, you are as plain as day I think you don’t see me Maybe you think I don’t see you but I am … Continue Reading Be my Witch
under my thumb i have felt felt then, enveloped in warmth, i have sent four soldiers as peacekeepers, with trimmed nails and an artistic bent.
Looking back, I think she was afraid when I saw her truth. We had never spoken, but in the group sessions, she surprised me with split second glances and strange … Continue Reading No words
The watching of bobby socks on feet with a popcorn smell. A shy face with downcast eyes and freckles. If I can coax her smile, chiclet teeth. Fine and white, … Continue Reading fetish