It slid through the grass with such quiet stealth, sneaking into my life with a soulless grace. Coiled, waiting on the edges of my consciousness, camouflaged in silent seductiveness, hissing poison possibilities, it waited, poised for its savage strike at the heart of my innocence.
At first she played upon my darkest desires, my fascination with a more exotic side of sexuality, my longing to explore the fine line of distinction between pleasure and pain. Our initial contacts were more poetic than sexual, free verse woven over the miles, collaborations in intricate word play that slowly developed into eroticism.
The poetry soon became more, a rhythmic, sometimes rhyming foreplay that quickly spiraled into graphic sexuality as we made love in words. I first heard her voice as she called me in the throws of orgasm, her voice breathless with the wet sounds of her manipulations sounding in the background.
She explored my fantasies as she tethered me in words, leather verse restrained me, binding my hands in intricate buckles and straps, wrapping my balls and cock in twisting metaphors, pinching my nipples in the delightful pain of rhyme. Her words made my body became drenched in sweat, trembling as the pain knifed through me, ecstatic as the pleasure stroked me, grateful as my cock pulsed, spurting hot steaming odes to run down my thighs.
I learned to endure, mentally using the pain to focus my mind, concentrating my strength to her pleasure, my fingers becoming hers as I kneeled, plastic bottle caps pressing into my flesh and touched her. My words screamed, aching from my fingertips to slide between her lips and slowly press into her wet cunt. I kissed her in whispers, my tongue searching her voice, my lips sucking her nipples, my moans, rippled with pain as I described the sensation of the clamps biting my nipples.
She lived, breathed and came to the descriptions of my elegant suffering and I proudly wore the marks of my submission, dark red circles colored my knees for days and the bright red burning of my nipples. I spoke of the intensity of sensation as she commanded me to touch, to pause, to feel and finally, when my body shook, exhausted from the exertion, to come.
Rewarding me for my devotion, then would come for me in flowing stanzas, her ink marking me in red, crisscrossing my back as she touched her clit, rhythmically raising her hips, arching her back and moaning in the ecstasy. Her body writhed beneath my keystrokes as I felt her firm nipples compress beneath my index fingers and I gently toyed her slit between letters.
We spoke of love as the image of touch became too intense and sensation demanded description. I whispered her name as the crop bounced on my skin, as its leather tip splashed in my sweat, as my cock ached for her touch.
I learned of anger in petulant, piercing memos, messages uttered in electronic exhalations, as I tried to please her and somehow failed. I spent hours on my knees, bottle tops marking me in deep red circles as I strived to touch her and still she seethed. She lashed out and I felt the pain of her derision, her ridicule and ultimately her rejection.
h a dangerous serpentine beauty, it surprised me with its ferocity as the sinewy form straightened in attack. And missing the mark, instead of retreating, it pursued me in a slow, slinking relentlessness, which forced me to try to strike back. Startled by the aggression, I pinned it to the wall and watched as its receptors searched and sensed my heat. Surreptitiously it struck at me, piercing my skin with its vicious fangs, injecting its searing poison into my veins. I then watched the crimson flow from me in squalid rivulets soaking into the soil.
Her lies destroyed me those I thought friends disappeared, or worse remained to taunt me. Acid verse seared my skin as her words echoed, reverberating so loud my eyes burned in their flickering cathodic glow. And yet, as I tried to slink away, reeling from my wounds, she’d come back to tease and taunt, an email I couldn’t delete, the message I couldn’t ignore, the phone that wouldn’t stop ringing. I felt her hatred seep into me, trying once again to possess me, touching me with that incredible intensity that once drew every ounce of strength from me. I tried to resist…
Poison flowed through me and I collapsed, my wound swollen, flaring in bright red, my heart slowing, slowing its steady beat, fading, gently fading. With my last breath I whisper a name to quietly to hear and fall.