Thursday, September 27, 2012

It's True, Sir

Why is it that I hear this song for the first time on an Oreo commercial?

You Do Something To Me

You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.
For you do something to me
that nobody else could do!


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Dream Center

I will be ordering this bed very soon.  Something about it reminds me of ropes.  How appropriate.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Exchange

He tells me what he wants.

In affirmation, I bow my head.
My hand moves to rest upon his chest.

Our hearts beat in the exchange.

I have become possession.


Friday, September 14, 2012


Sometimes I wonder what happens when I'm with him.  We can be talking.  Normal stuff.  About our days.  What happened.  What's going on.  Frustrations.  Or laughing.  Silly stuff.  Irony.

And then...

He's ready.

He says, "Are you ready, my good girl?"

And something switches.

Everything about me feels different. It's like the body snatchers have arrived and I'm replaced.  I'm almost watching from outside myself.  That question, in itself, can get me to that "subby" place.

My voice changes.  I can hear it. I can feel it.  I sound little.  Like a child.

Sometimes I wonder if that is part of the dynamic for me.  Being a "little." We've never purposely pursued that.  Sometimes it's how I feel, though.  Sometimes it's the place I just naturally go.

But, not always.

Sometimes I feel wanton.  Insatiable.  That's what I call him, actually. Insatiable.

He is.

Sometimes I feel soft.

Always I feel pliable.

And always I feel.  That's the thing about him

He makes me feel