The weight of my handMy gripAre both steady and trueReady for the taskBut my focusIs you I watch your skin  TightenLike silkInviting touchIt waits I waitI listen  Quietly and intently  For your breath to issue ordersFor your body to begin...

Cog in the Machine

"The machine has no desires; no pity. It uses her because it was built to."

She had long ago given up her name. Of course, the vanilla world insisted on her using it still, but at times like this she was 440-424-135. A machine somewhere on the Internet assigned that number to her at her...

I get myself all dressed up, wondering if this such a good idea; tight low-cut dress shirt, with a short black skirt, no panties or bra. I would also be wearing a pair of knee high boots. My hair curled...