To Hell With Love

To Hell With Love

She breathed lustily and with excitement heavy in her eyes as the last smack of his hand echoed through the room.  The way she winced, and then smiled while saying thank you each time he pinked her bottom made him so very hungry for her.  Leaning toward her, mere inches form her ear, so that she could hear his heated whisper, he asked a simple question. “Do you want me stop? We can go the bedroom and make love.”   "She laughed and quickly responded.  “To hell with love. You make pain pleasure and I want more."

Tabitha's Tales 013

The Chair (Intro)

The Chair

Tabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everTabitha had only been gone for maybe less than three minutes but when she walked back in the room she knew instantly everything had changed.  The lights were dim and he was nowhere to be seen.  Portisehead’s Numb was droning away softly in the air and as she surveyed the room she noticed something out of place.  There was single chair in the middle of the walkway that led to her studio.  She cocked her head to one side and looked at it curiously with a smile.  I wonder what he has in mind now, she thought to herself.  One amazing thing about her relationship with him was there was never a dull moment.  He always kept he on her toes and a bit turned on.  She walked over to the chair.  She was so lost in the possibilities of what was going to happen next she never even heard him come up behind her.

Salted

Salted

As the early morning rain

Pitter patters outside

Our grey dawn windows

She and I lay

Intertwined

Like a perfect salted pretzel

Covered by soft cotton white tissue sheets

I am

Content

In this state of drowsy bliss

As she slumbers

Pressed naked against me

I think to myself

How I should not be here

How work began

Over a half hour ago

And then I smile

For the quiet is broken by her

She simply whispers

into the silence 

As if she could read my mind

This is what sick days are for

RL

5 October 2017

Pink

Pink

I saw stars

And I smiled

Fighting back my tears

Of joy

I lay bent

Across his knee

Wet

With anticipation

As he prepared

My blistering reward

All day long

I had waited for this moment

I ached with the knowledge

That this would happen

He held in his hand

My xoxo paddle

The one I bought

For this very moment

And I laughed a bit wickedly

The first smack

Was the best

As he pinked my pale back side

I squealed with delight

And devoured the sensation

Of heat on my skin

Yesterday

I would have never agreed to this

Today I could only think about

All the tomorrows I wanted this

To occur again and again

When he was done

And the numbness set in

I stood

Staring into his eyes

And I realized

I was his to do with

Whatever he wanted

And I was ok with that

Robert Lloyd
25 September 2017