October 13, 2004

Pain and Longing


I lick the bruises you left behind-- your claim over me. I wear them like a badge, enticed by the shame that marks me. I feel an aching in my sex, a craving on my tongue that is residual of our last moments. Pain and longing are indistinguishable, and I feel compelled to stay though my mind says to run away.

But of course, I cannot go, wrists bound, body curled on the cold cement at the foot of your bed. I see your teethmarks on my thigh turning purple and I wish one hand was free so I could trace it, delicious, delicate, tender. I throb and long to ride your magic wand, the torturously sweet engourging of the aching well inside me.

I hear your footsteps outside the room, just beyond the locked door, and I shiver at the unknowing, at the promise of completion. The key in the lock, my nipple against cold metal, I feel my life pulse in my clit. You open a locked trunk with a jangle of keys and submit for my pleasure the magic wand, silver, glittering in the halflight, like a knight's weapon, a lady's torture. My eyes run the length of your stature, before you bind them closed.

The words you whisper in my ear are meant to shame, but I find them intoxicating, and my pulse quickens. Still cuffed, you position me on all fours on the bed, ass lifted high for your inspection, for your leather glove. Skin rose-blushed by your attentions, bloodrushed by your affectionate stinging, I feel the well overflowing.

The first thrust is exquisite pain that makes me cry out, makes my legs tremble as the beast fills me, slides into the pink, into the dark, into my longing. You fuck me deeply, one hand at my throat and I struggle to breath as I sink into the pain, swim in it like a nightmare in slow motion. I see your shadow on the wall before me, stretched upward like a wolf announcing it's presense in the light of a full moon, and you fuck me. You lift me higher, casting the spell. The pain you deliver and the unbearable ecstasy counter each other. Time stops, shattering air and atom, to fall like confetti, a glittering cacophony that stops my heart.