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An Afternoon’s Appointment (NSFW)
You arrive at 1500, on the dot. You let yourself in, wearing the uniform as discussed, woefully impractical for the task but that is part of the appeal. He sits at the table, working on a legal pad, dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans, faded to white at the knees, snug and broken in … Continue reading An Afternoon’s Appointment (NSFW)
A shave, a cigarette and a sigh.
He had loved the straight razor but the price of mastering it was embarrassment, random assignations of cuts like a child's map drawn in red felt across his cheeks and chin. When he was depressed, he imagined one slip and the blood gushing out , a final grand guignol ending to the most mundane action a man could perform. He … Continue reading A shave, a cigarette and a sigh.
Patience and Process
Sit down, listen and I will share something I've learned. I have learned this through pain and upset, which is how the best lessons are learned. Ask a thwarted lover, they will tell you, if they can manage to stop crying long enough for any degree of clarity. The most difficult thing to learn when … Continue reading Patience and Process
Sir 2.0 Episode 2: Processing.
You swallow but your throat is acrid with tension. You cannot make out the details of the people watching you, only that they are there. The gown continues to shift up on the back of your legs, adding self consciousness, drop by drop, over the stir of emotions that collide and change within you. 'To … Continue reading Sir 2.0 Episode 2: Processing.
A Storm That Frightens The Animal
The unspoken heat Between us seethes Peering between the bars Of it’s cage Yet so often, it’s lust Is mistaken for anger But here, we pass one another The means to set it free. Wrestling against one another Mouths blooming where they meet Hands finding something worthy To touch, the fragile strength That grows and … Continue reading A Storm That Frightens The Animal