Office space

I stepped into the bath room and bathed in the hue of pink rumination from the wall lamps. such a dark room for the purpose of beauty.

Taking down my hair, running my fingers through the gnarls of black curls, reflecting on the day. ::sigh:: how many had I gone through today?

There was the medical product sales man.

The psychiatrist (what a nut job!).

The chef.

Then there was the body piercer.

Now he was intriguing…strong hands.

A submissive that hurts people for a living.

strange.

I turn on the water to run a bath, hot I would say.

Skin blistering heat all over myself, that was a good thought.

I run my fingers down my throat imagining his touch.

Piercing eyes looking though me, knowing my secrets of being dominated.

Did he know?

Undressing myself I admired the curve of my body, the sheer translucence of my skin dabbled with colour unnatural to nature.

These breasts didn’t come like this, they were bought with the blood of perverted old men.

lowering myself. eat the water….

sting.

Just right.

merssing myself in the claw footed tub and sinking down into oblivion, letting the entire day release me from myself.

Parts of me come alive with the sensation of wetness and heat from the bath.

I Imagine course fingers touching soft flesh.

yours.

running down my chest and cupping each breast to be appreciated individually…

warm breath on m my neck.

I can feel you there, cold saliva from your lips runs down my back.

With a practiced movement, I reach for the blade. “just a taste”, I tell myself. “to get me in the mood”,

I lie again.

I imagine sitting atop of you and hovering just out of reach, tempting you with nicks and scratches.

Why cant more men be like this?

In one hand I hold the blade close to my inner thigh, this would be easier if it were you.

The other hand wanders to my pulsating clitoris, found and then lost.

A little crimson encouragement should do the trick.

you swim in my bath in spirit.

the red that dilutes it is your soul, creeping into every crevice, finding all my dirty secrets.

filling me with a passion to cut deeper.

The deeper you go the more you love me, encompassing me like a fever that cant be shaken.

the blade falls from my fingers and I utilize both hands, grinding on myself in the blood and the bubbles until there is nothing left to be bled.

nothing left to offer…

Another hard day at the office, forgotten.

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A Maverick named Gonzo.

I've written short stories, poetry, and have journaled since I was 10. I've had poetry published, short stories, and articles on various subjects. Some of the subjects I've published articles on are: "How-to", People who have contributed to the technological advancements of Tattooing, Body Piercing, and various other Body Modification practices, and BDSM. I volunteer for an organization that helps people that are in need of financial assistance in order to afford the mental health care they greatly need to live, and finally, I've been publishing erotic short stories that end up of the psychological thriller/Horror nature. I teach kids how to fish at another volunteer gig. I get to teach kids, 7-12 years old all kinds of things. Like conservation of our coasts and critters. We are involved in turtle nesting and protection, fishing (hooked on fishing, not on drugs). I like free-diving at my beach. Meeting sharks, rays, and any fish you can imagine. I also do a little spearfishing when I'm not angling from the coast.

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