Carry Me Away

My dreams run red with blood
Gasping awake into darkness
I still feel viscous red.

Shaking him awake
We leave the darkness
To emerge in the firelight.

His eyes explore my face
Finding desperate need
In a single look.

Face down in the dirt
A strong hand at the back of my neck
The whipping begins.

Wetness spreads between my legs
Discovered by probing fingers
I am rolled over onto my back.

His eyes capture mine
A sharp flick of the whip
Brings searing pain to my thighs.

Hungry for more, I open my legs
Fetching myself a slap to the cheek
And a hand tight around my throat.

Slow rubbing over my clit,
I run out of air
Fingers deep inside me.

He notices the crimson slash on my ankle
Eyebrows raised at me, I blush
Only to scream when he bites my cut.

Waves of exquisite pain
Or is it pleasure
I drown myself in the sea.

 

Childhood Works

Siobhan's Glass (short story)

Noises of Silent Worlds (poetry)

Membrane Drum Mosiac (poetry)

The Sunroom (short story)

Adult Works

Breaking Free (short story)

Coil (poetry)

Trouble Pooping? (birth satire)

Wyld Womyn (column)

Explict Prose & Poetry

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