I don’t usually write in first person using “they/them/their” for the other person in the story, but I’ve been using that more lately for my boy rife, so I figured I’d see if I could get a story to reflect that. (He uses both he and they pronouns generally.)
So here’s my first attempt at some they/them/their inclusive dirty queer smut. Includes some Daddy/boy references, but only as titles). Whatcha think? http://bit.ly/1sHS72z
I need you to take a little more for me.
Content warning: This story contains bondage and Daddy/boy language, with some language around force and ownership. Read it at your own risk/pleasure. “Be good, and I might let you come.” My mouth is right next to …
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“I am not a lonely person. I love solitude. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. Writers know that. I have never met a writer who does not crave to be alone. We have to be alone to do what we do.”—Mary Ruefle (via sometimesagreatnotion)
The first thing that happened when we walked in the door was Rachel took off her shirt. It was still covered in her erstwhile shot, and it so was hot in the apartment I couldn’t really blame her. She was wearing a lacy black bra beneath it, and I had to agree there was a reason the guys at the…
Me; You’re out of control. Uterus: Why are you such a hater? I manifest the motherfucking magical mystery of womanhood, bitch. Me; You’re an asshole. Uterus: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. Me; can I just sleep now? Uterus: Anybody want a peanut? Me; STOP WITH “THE PRINCESS BRIDE” QUOTES YOU FUCKING FUCK AND THAT DIDN’T EVEN RHYME WITH PEANUT. WE GOTTA BE UP IN, LIKE, FIVE HOURS. Uterus: Sorry, sorry. Hey so what happens in five hours? Me; We have to take the bus to Ganesha knows where. Uterus: Oh joy! I love the restrooms on buses! Remember that one time we bled all over your underwear on the MegaBus? Me; I try not to. Uterus: It was beautiful, man. Hey don’t forget to pack, like, four of them Canadian Cadbury chocolate bars. They’ll cheer you up after I go Jackson Pollack on your panties.
“I could write down a list of qualities and say ‘check all that apply,’ but maybe you’d check none of them and still be butch. I know these identities have something to do with masculinity and femininity, something to do with taking a societally prescribed gender role and intentionally or unintentionally turning it into a new gender identity that is not either painful or regulated. It has something to do with queerness, usually, and something to do with human archetypal energies.”—Sinclair Sexsmith, Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme, With Both Fists, pg 183. (via christophanyimages)
“Probably 90 percent of what any artist does is practice. We practice and we fail and we fail. You set your pen to the page every day, and of course, you’re hoping that something grand will happen. But the chances are slim, and you know that going in, but you go in anyway. That’s faith. You keep hitting the page, hoping that something’s going to fit, something’s going to happen, something’s going to bloom up out of it. And the more you practice, the more that possibility of success is present. The more you do anything, the greater the possibility that something might actually come of it. So you constantly live with failure, and yet, you know that that failure is teaching you something.”—Dorianne Laux, interviewed by Tana Young for Willow Springs (via nps2013)
; I have my iPod on to some soothing lofi mix Muse made for me; I have lube in my pocket for a quick jerk-off session before we arrive in New York. I need all the sanctuary and release I can get before returning to that hyper-stimulating city.
But she’s making a big show of her many bags, heavy, designer…
Daddy’s Good Boy http://bit.ly/1txZNFp
“Such a dirty boy. Can’t even keep your hands off of me for one hour.”
“N-no, Daddy, I’m not, I’m a good boy,” he’s still squirming.
“Dirty little slut. You feel how hard you made me? Huh? Can you feel that digging in to you?”
“Yes, Sir!” His hips buck against me, ass in the air as I palm his cheeks through his jeans. They’re loose enough that I work them down past his hips just far enough to expose him.
I swat at his butt with my right hand and hold his neck gently with my left. He buries his face into the pillow. He likes this.
“You like this,” I accuse.
He hesitates. “Daddy, I want to be good.” Honest answer, if slightly deflecting.
“You do, huh. Good boys do just what I say. Are you ready to do what I say?” The fetish of controlled behavior. Still spanking lightly, with the flats of my fingers.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes Sir! Always … always.” He shoots me a look, wondering if I really don’t know he would do anything. Anything. It’s in our contract. It was the line we both jerked off the most over. Sometimes it’s a “thought experiment,” a game we play, to see if we could come up with a thing I would realistically, feasibly ask him for that he would have any good reason not to. So far, we haven’t found any.
“Mmmm. Maybe my dirty little slut is a good boy after all.”
You’ve been an out and proud kinkster—a submissive, let’s say—for years and years. You’ve done all the things. You’ve tried everything. You’ve done all the events. You’ve been done at all the events. You’re bored. …
"I know I’m submissive. But where do I start?" aka "I just read Fifty Shades of Grey and I want THAT." http://bit.ly/1iK2ZJv
"I know I’m submissive. But where do I start?" aka "I just read Fifty Shades of Grey and I want THAT."
1. Read a fucking book Read fiction, sure—Carrie’s Story, The Marketplace series, Mr. Benson, The Leather Daddy and the Femme (these are some of my personal favorites)—hell, even Fifty Shades of Grey—read the fiction, but know that …
So, I did this interesting thing this past weekend. Rife and I flew to Phoenix to participate in a Butchmann’s Experience weekend at APEX, the Arizona Power Exchange society. Just that isn’t that interesting—I travel, …