The bass resonates through your chest and down through your stomach, connecting with the concurrent rumble travelling up through your legs at exactly the point you didn’t want it to centre. The persistent throb of your blood synchronising with the...
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The Grind
"Take a seat…"
I’m usually the fuck-er, not the fuckee.Generally speaking, I set the pace of our fucking, of the strokes of my dick with my hips, egged on by your whimpers and moans, emboldened by your body reacting to mine. I like...
Patience & Time
"Longing"
It has been far too long since we last saw each other. Too long since we last laughed together, since we spoke about nothing, since we were comfortable in each other's silence.It has been far too long since a journey...
Kept In The Dark
"Blindfold. A stranger. Jizz."
I can feel the fabric pulled tight across my eyes. Anticipation making my fingers twitch as I fight the urge to lift the blindfold before you command me to, your last words still sat in my ears.“Do not remove that...
We don't usually go out, but we decided that since we’d had a rare few days together, and were in a city that felt anonymous enough to go unnoticed, that we should leave the bliss-bubble of our hotel room and go...
I adore your hair, and so many things about itLong or short, unkempt and unruly or coiffured and curatedRunning my palm across the surfaceBurying my fingertips deep through the layersGrabbing a handful with playful intentThe finely tuned fronds around your...
Mirror, mirror…
"Now available as audio at https://www.girlonthenet.com/blog/mirror-fucking-over-a-mirror/"
I can't quite remember where this falls in to the timeline of those two weeks in each other’s arms. My brain has shook that particular tin of memories around so much, it doesn't seem to have an order anymore. Just...
The solace and joy that you found in meThe comfort you needed to set you freeLike the warmth that rains down from aboveIn all but in nameIt was love So many nights that I moved in youFelt your heart restart, a...
The morning air hangs in the bedroom, cold in contrast to the still warm sheets upon which you sit, watching me dress. Your own material creased and ruffled, hanging lazily from your shoulders, offering naked flesh to the beams of sunlight...
Look To The Stars
"A spent-love poem"
Look to the stars to find just who you areThat same space runs through your veinsPowered by the sun that shines from afarBurning through the dark and lighting your shameUp and above you, the fire it dancesBrightness captured in sideways...