Creative non-fiction is writing which is based on fact, but is written in a creative or more imaginative way. Using imagery and description it is sometimes more poetic than written in a factual style.
Posts are true to life in that they are based on real experiences, events and thoughts, but are written in a less reflective way.
I am haunted. Haunted by you. My hands brush my face and I smell you. It catches me off guard as I breathe you in and I am thrown back in time, there with you again. My fingers trace the length of your cock, enjoying the silk of your skin […]
Blindfold in place, he starts. She looks so vulnerable and he feels himself pricking with anticipation. She wrinkles her nose a little as if to prove to herself that she can and he continues to watch her, making her wait. He can see her breathing start to change as her […]
I get ready as usual in the clothes that we have agreed I will wear. I see that on the counter, he has set out my play collar and cuffs. It is not unusual to see them because often a hotel stay will include some heavier play and I know […]
Red. He wanted red. Ready in red. Kneeling down, bum on heels, Legs apart. Further apart. Stop. No, further again. Too much? No, not too much. Carefully. Both the same. Perfect. Breathe. Remember to breathe. Back straight. Don’t slouch. Breathe. Calm. Breathe again. Waiting. Chin down, eyes cast low. Don’t […]
I am yours and you are mine. Skin to skin you take me: slowly, surely, completely. I give you everything I have, and all that I am, and then I give a little more. A little more that even I didn’t know was there. I am the same, but altered: […]
He knew that he wanted her as soon as he saw her. He couldn’t quite say why but he was kind of a serial pursuer of pleasure. He had married by mistake if the truth be known. Like a genuine case of misunderstanding, but that was another story; his story, […]
There are some things that I would like to mention. About me. And about my life. I have never told you because I worry that you would not understand, and that you might use it against me, so I keep quiet. I don’t mention these things which are unmentionable. It […]
Through it all you hold my hand. You take it in yours and you shelter and keep it safe. You envelope yours, the larger, around about it and protect it from the world. Whatever happens, you hold my hand. And as you do, you squeeze your words into my brain. […]
He has wound the tape around my mouth so that it sticks to itself. I watch him concentrating, lifting his arm as he moves the roll around the back of my head. It feels odd not to speak. It isn’t that I want to, but the knowledge that I can’t […]
I am hiding from time. It seems to keep creeping in, and creeping up, and catching me off guard. Can it see me here? Will it find me? Or can I sit here and be safe for a while? I want these moments. I want to take them and grow […]
You are writing your way on my body. You are telling me how things should be and showing me that I am worthy of you, of this. You are re-writing all of the wrongs and making them right. You are loving me with your words and the pictures of your […]
Ready for some electromagnetic spanking? Draped across your knee, pulled into your magnetic field, I feel your charge. Skirt lifted, knickers lowered, you bring my skin slowly to life as you rub and stroke and nip. You ignite me with your words, rewiring my brain and connecting it, through my […]
Content Warning: The subject matter of this post relates to eating disorders and self-harm. Bulimia nervosa is an eating disorder characterized by binge eating followed by purging. Binge eating refers to eating a large amount of food in a short amount of time. Purging refers to the attempts to get […]
He has been forcing the orgasms from me for so long I have long lost count. I am so far past myself that I am no longer aware of what I am doing. I can hear the noises I am making but it is as if they are coming from […]
She was the passenger and not the driver, and yet she was significant. Without her the journey would not necessarily need to take place, and if it still did, would follow quite a different route. It bothered her not that she was in this situation. Others might look and think […]
‘Colors of Lust’ by Steve K Lust was a cloak that she had not worn in a while. None-the-less she drew it around her and sought to connect with what it would bring her. It was surprising how quickly it began to have an effect. She felt in control. She […]
This is my release. You are my release. What we do is my release. You release me from myself, from my head and from the whirl and swirl of rules that I make to tame the uncertainty and confusion of life. I have done it for so long it is […]
I believe in us in the never-ending flow that grows within and between and around us. I believe in the power in the give and the take in the fact that together we are more than as one. I believe that we fit together. That we were meant to find […]
I asked that you travel this journey with me and that was just the beginning. In accepting, you lead me to a better understanding of myself through your patient unravelling of years of the stuff that life had built up, not just for me but for us both. Together we […]
She had been waiting for his return for a long time. Possibly it had not been as long as she thought but she felt his absence so keenly that it was as if a part of her was gone too. She had not really expected him back that night either […]