7/12/2016 4:49:52 AM: Christmas Morning I kneel, hands bound behind my back, knees parted, sex dripping and exposed, a blindfold over my eyes. I can feel the pine needles biting into the soft flesh of my knees. I breathe in deeply and the pine scent awakens my senses. In my mind, I can see the reflection on the wall as the brightly colored lights twinkle and dance on the branches of the tree behind me.I can hear him in the next room, taking his time, planning what he will do when he returns. He knows that the anticipation drives me mad. He knows that the thought of what is to come is making me drip with need. It seems an eternity before I hear the door open and close as he enters the room.I feel my pulse quicken and my heart beating loudly in my ears. I feel the wetness pooling behind the swollen lips of my sex, waiting for his touch to release it. I hear him approach and I start to breathe more quickly. The sound of his footsteps makes me crazy with need.I can feel him standing over me. I can feel the weight of his gaze as he takes in my form. I feel my body react to his proximity and I want to beg him to touch me. I wait, patiently, listening for a movement, waiting for that touch. When it comes, my body reacts as if it has been struck by an electric current.His fingers slide down my cheek and over my lips. I part them slightly, wanting to taste his flesh, wanting to tease him with my mouth; with promises of pleasure. His thumb slides between my lips and I run my tongue over his flesh. I close my lips over the appendage and suck it greedily. The moan of pleasure that I am rewarded with makes me smile. I suck harder, running my tongue over his flesh, sliding my lips over his thumb, dampening it with my saliva.He extracts his thumb and I pout. I want more, so much more. When I hear the metallic clinks of his belt buckle I smile again. This is what I want; his hardness sliding into my mouth. I open my mouth wider yet and stick out my tongue. He chuckles softly, the sound becoming a moan as I feel him sliding over my tongue. I lap greedily at his flesh and lean forward on my knees to take him deeper. The feel of his hand on my braid makes me moan softly, the sound vibrating against his flesh as he pushes into my throat. I barely have time to enjoy the sensation before he pulls back again. With another thrust he presses forward and then pulls back quickly. I realize that he is not teasing me, that he has every intention of using my mouth until he is satisfied. I concentrate on the task at hand; licking, sucking, swirling my tongue over him, wanting to please him.It isn’t long before I feel his final thrust. It is accompanied by a moan of pleasure. I feel him throbbing in my mouth and begin to milk him. I feel a few steady pulses and then taste his release as his pleasure flows over my tongue. I swallow, never stopping my movements, licking at his flesh to be sure to collect every last drop. When he releases my braid and pulls away, I lick my lips and lean back, taking my place once again. My body trembles with need and I feel my wetness on my thighs. I wait patiently, knowing that the morning has only just begun. e~

6/22/2016 11:25:14 AM: “Kiss me, Catherine”.Just three little words. A simple directive. An instruction. A task that makes my mouth water, my breath catch, and my mind stutter. It truly is amazing how something so simple can have such a strong effect.Chocolate melts on my tongue; sweet, rich, dark, arousing. I imagine his mouth on mine, his tongue capturing that rich treasure and teasing me with it. My mind becomes a sea of fog and my senses react to the taste of the sweet, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his breath.I wonder now if a day goes by when I don’t wish to hear those words, wish to feel the sensation of melting sugar on my tongue, and wish to feel his mouth on mine. The association grows stronger every day, even in his absence.I lie in bed, thinking of an afternoon not so long ago when I lay on cool white sheets as he placed his kisses on my flesh and teased me as they melted from the heat of my body. And when I began to squirm, when my moans began to drown out the sound of the air conditioner as it fought against the summer heat, he collected the softened treats and fed them to me.How easily I was overwhelmed by his actions. How quickly I was overwhelmed by the taste of such richness as was served from his mouth to mine. And how quickly I begged for more as the sugar rushed through my body and gave me new strength with which to serve him.What I wouldn’t do to hear those words in my ear once more. What I wouldn’t give to taste that sweetness on his tongue… ~e

6/17/2016 5:15:22 AM: When poets such as Frost and Walden wrote of their walks in the wood, I doubt that our morning together is what they had in mind. They describe beauty in nature, beauty in silence, and beauty in the life that fills the limbs of tall trees and scurries along the wooded paths. For my own part, beauty also lies in the touch of your hand on my flesh, the sound of your voice in my ear, and the feel of the hard earth against the soft flesh of my knees. That these things take place in a quiet wood merely adds to that beauty for me.My body is flushed from exertion as we climb higher and higher yet. My muscles burn hotter with each mile. But it is my mind on which the greatest toll is taken. It is my imagination that is fueled by the anticipation of what our destination holds. Each rest stop brings forth a flurry of touches and words that seem far from relaxing and do little to put me at rest. My body screams and my nerves dance as you tease me with what is yet to come.The moment when we reach our destination seems almost anti-climactic upon initial observation; a small clearing in the trees with a felled tree or two and granite boulders planted deep within their mossy beds. But the words you whisper when my eyes behold this quiet place make my body come to life and my imagination soar. Those two words, simple and brief, set my skin ablaze and awaken my desires anew. Those two words, whispered in my ear as your hand clasps my throat, those simple syllables; “we’re here”, cause a sensation within me that I fear cannot be quelled.I soon feel your hands on my flesh, your mouth devouring mine, your body pressing against me, and my energy rises incrementally. Within moments, my body is bare and I feel the sensation of rough bark digging into my soft flesh. The ropes that bind my wrists are pulled higher and higher, stretching my sore limbs. Those that encircle my ankles become taut, stretching and spreading me until I am captive both physically and emotionally. And then silence.My senses are magnified in those moments. I hear nothing and everything at once; the rustle of the wind in the leaves, the hum of the distant highway, and the songs of birds that dwell high above me. My breaths bring the smell of moss and earth and my own sweat. I taste the salt of my own body as I lick my dry lips. My eyes, downcast as they are, take in little more than my own flesh, the spot of earth on which I stand, and the debris that nature leaves in such places that are seldom touched by man.My body suddenly stills and my sensed are sharpened as a new sound grabs me and brings me into the present moment with a shuddering halt; the air is sliced in a soft whoosh that ends in a thud against the flesh of my back. The sound breaks into a million pieces that dance over my body and give rise to a moan that flows from deep within my lungs and is carried forward on a sharp exhalation of breath. Bird’s wings flutter as the creatures are startled into flight. The silence of the nature that surrounds me is suddenly fraught with the sounds of movement and the hum of electricity that fills the air and crackles against my flesh. In that one moment the calm of our small clearing is overtaken by first one motion and then another as you take me to a place of chaos and pain that has a calm all its own.The Frosts and the Waldens of the world beheld a beauty in nature that can be had by any who choose to travel the paths of which they speak. But there is another beauty that may only be had when that silence is broken and the calm and tranquility of the wood is shattered by the sating of deeper desires. I take to the wood. I choose the path less traveled. I find solace and beauty in a way that brings me a peace that I will feel for days to come. And when it is over, when I am released to curl up in my mossy bed, I am sated in a way that brings about a poetry that has a rhythm all its own. ~e

6/14/2016 6:15:59 AM: These eggshells that I walk upon are sharp and ragged, cutting into my flesh; tiny cuts that seem to bleed emotion into the ether leaving little behind but pain and unhappiness.I dance through them just the same, weaving in and out with nothing more than unspoken words as my melody, trying my best to avoid the land mines that they hide.You come to me, kissing my wounds and healing my cuts with your magical touch. You breathe a new life into me and replenish my spirit such that I might dance again. And then there is the in-between. The time when my miss-step opens up a hole so deep and so dark that it swallows me up into a nothingness from which I cannot escape.  I wait, holding my breath, waiting to see again, begging silently for you to throw me a rope, a sign, a symbol of your desire. I beg you for the pleasure of walking on those eggshells again. I beg you for the honor of dancing to your melody. I beg you to hold out your hand to me. And just when I begin to feel as though the darkness will indeed swallow me, there you are, your hand outstretched to welcome me back to your light. But all I see is your hand, your light, your desire. It is so bright that I cannot see past it. I cannot see that between you and I is a limb locked in place to keep me at bay.

2/5/2016 4:15:57 AM: 2/5/16 I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my car. I could almost hear my pulse beating as I was enveloped in silence. It was quiet, considering I was in a hotel parking lot, less than a quarter of a mile from the interstate. I scanned the room numbers on the doors as I got out of the vehicle, catching the attention of an employee on the balcony above. I made my way to the nearest stairway. As I turned the corner I was hit with a blast of hot air and the sound of loud voices. I looked up to see a laundry room, the employees inside toiling away in the heat. They glanced up and I turned away to avoid their gazes. I immediately wondered what they must think; a woman in heels and black stockings, sans luggage, making her way to some illicit rendezvous. The thought made me smile.I topped the stairs and rounded the corner, my heels clacking on the concrete walkway. I squeezed between a maid’s cart and the wall, nearly running into the employee as she exited the room. I wondered briefly what she must be thinking. My destination was the next door. It was cracked, and I pushed it open. The room was dark after the brightness of the day. I closed the door behind me, shutting out the light, turned, and set my keys down on the nearest piece of furniture. I looked up as he exited the bathroom, and my pulse raced a bit more.He closed the distance between us and kissed me. I could already feel my legs beginning to tremble. When he told me to kneel, the trembling increased. I lowered myself to my knees, distracted for a moment by the feel of the hard floor against my flesh. But when his mouth took mine, I forgot everything else. I could measure his level of arousal by his kisses. I could always tell how great his need was by how hard he kissed me.When he told me to hold out my hands, I expected him to place my cuffs on my wrists. I felt my own arousal increasing at the thought. I was caught off guard when he turned my palms up and moved my hands together. I waited, wondering what he had planned for me. I watched his hand as he reached into his pocket. When he pulled his hand out again, the black leather collar that he held made my breath catch. I felt a little giddy, a little surprised, and very, very aroused. When he lay it over my palms, my fingers immediately closed over the leather like a greedy little girl clasping a new toy, fearful that it would be taken away. He pulled my fingers gently open and I stared at the strip of black, the D ring catching the light, mesmerized by the look and feel of it.My mind went quiet. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to place the collar around my neck. I remembered his words, “not my collar, but a collar”. It dampened my spirits for a split second before I reminded myself that it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had gotten it especially for me. And that thought struck me like a tidal wave. Beneath the wave of arousal was an undercurrent of emotion that took my breath away.The undercurrent was like a riptide in that moment; dragging me down and leaving me with a feeling of exhilaration tinged with fear. I had almost forgotten what that experience felt like. I had almost forgotten how it gripped like a vice and squeezed out every ounce of air, leaving me voiceless, breathless, and with no choice but to let it overcome me. And somewhere in that breathless moment I heard his voice and I responded. And when the leather touched the delicate flesh of my throat I forgot everything else and gave in to the feelings that caused my body to shake uncontrollably. e~