i chuckle at

bruised red skin

i love the sight of you

trembling in fear but wanting more

like dainty grapes

i'll pluck your innocence away

until all of you is mine

i thrust my gray

into your color

once more

and the world shakes

in an explosion of agonizing pleasure

for me, you are always

wetter than your tears

you can't refuse me, can you

even as i inflict this pain upon you

you dare to say 

you love a monster like me

but that's fine

since

punishment is all a part of the fun

no need for questions

just for control

of you

i'll monopolize you

this is perfect

it's all a game

it's name is pain

and i'm winning

I stiffened up

Against her,

As she froze upon 

My bulge...

We had sucked in

All our breath,

We had to

Vanquish, and

Control 

All sound that had

The slightest chance 

To slip beneath 

The door...

In a warehouse, somewhere...

It was her employee

Toilet,

We had 

Been here once before,

But the scare from last

Week

Sent me back home,

Reeling,

With my heart lodged

In my mouth...

...Now I stiffened

Against her,

And she leaned hard 

On a rail...

...We had waited 

All day

For the chance...

...Yanked her pants

Down to her 

Shoes,

Kept them down

With one toe,

Tapping,

And her buns bounced,

Ripe and ready...

...Round, and welcoming

As the

Prettiest sunset 

I had seen!...

I took their bulk 

Into both hands,

And forged them

Like a supple clay...

...Earth, and mud...

God worked with 

No less...

...Her curves 

Inspired 

Me to stray...

...From sense

I was now singing,

As I slipped

Beneath her folds...

She was a prisoner 

On work release...

...The steam from our 

Hot fling

Filled up the confines

Of the restroom,

As we kept

The night alive...

...Brought it stumbling

To it's knees 

With frenzy,

And damp thighs...

...I still remember

How she cried,

And how her 

Lips

Hung open,

Aching...

Both eyes sealed,

So discreet...

...After the drug

Of climax

Dampened

We made strategies

To meet,

But it's 

Groping in the dark...

...Some things dry,

And some things

Stick...

We had sucked in

All our breath,

And just by chance

Exchanged a

Trick,

And made a 

Point in time 

Suspend itself...

...It makes you 

Want to cry

When scenarios

Present themselves...

...Like angels 

In the sky...

I straightened my tie and checked my hair in the elevators shiny door,

it was the first-time I´d ever worn a suit to any job, let alone had my hair so tidy.

I clutched my briefcase and gulped as the doors opened onto the penthouse floor.

As soon as I stepped out a deep voice said “Are you the Mr Green, here for the personal assistant position?”

I nodded then said “Yes I am, sorry I am a little early”.

A tall man walked towards me and commanded me to follow him, adding

“Mr Grey is in his office, he is expecting you”.

The man, the butler I presumed opened a tall carved wooden door and said “Go in”,

then closed it behind me. Nervously I walked into the darkened room, in front of me in the light of an enormous window I could see a large wooden desk with a person sitting with their back to me, looking outwards.

Then he spoke “Good day Mr Green, I have been looking forward to meeting you, I read in your résumé that you are very inexperienced, but willing to learn”. His voice was squeaky, very high and dare I say it extremely effeminate.

I really had to try not to laugh, it was as if I was in a room with Papa Smurf or someone.

“Come sit here” he said as he turned and faced me, Mr Grey was not what I´d assumed him to look like at all.

Mr Grey was slim, sharp faced, high cheek bones with the poutiest lips I´d ever seen on a man, he was almost too beautiful to be a man! His hair was slicked backed with a delicate twirl on one side of his forehead.

“So, Mr Green I hope you are good at licking?” he smiled

I frowned but said “Umm yes I think I am”.

Smiling again he added “Cus honey there is going to be an awful lot of stamps and envelopes for you to deal with”.

He went into his draw and took out a huge pile of letters and pushed them towards me.

“Now you get those done by midday and I won´t have to punish you” he said sternly.

Then giggled and added “They´ll be no bran muffin and coffee for you girl tomorrow morning”.

Loudly he suddenly said “OOOhhww I just thought of something funny, I´m Mr Grey,

you’re Mr Green and muscles out there in the hall way, is Mr Black”.

Getting out of his large chair or what I thought was a large chair Mr Grey pranced over to a side table, he was so tiny!

Turning around with a glint in his eyes he asked “Would you like a coffee Mr Green?”

Adding “Now I wonder do you like small and dark? I myself like tall and creamy”.

Licking his finger tip slowly he looked at me and said “Ooopsie sorry dipped it in your coffee by accident, but I don´t have cooties”.

As he passed me he brushed my shoulder and said “Lint darling” then sat back in his seat.

“Now Mr green all I expect is a full day’s work, come...on time and don´t feel that you have to bend over…backwards to please me” he added.

“I´m a fairly easy guy…to work for”.

I. Love. Di...

No no I can't start a story like that... Yes I can.

I. Love. Dipping. Wafers. In. Ice-cream.

All kinds of ice cream, I dip my wafer into vanilla ice-cream, so pure and untouched, untainted, I'll smother it in raspberry sauce too for extra reason to take pictures. 

I'll shunt my wafer inside chocolate ice-cream, succulent and a completely different experience from vanilla ice-cream, best served with bits of chocolate on the side to shovel onto the wafer.

Banana ice-cream I always find to be the one that people who like it, really like it, but once it gets hold of you, it'll tie you up to suffer in an excessive overflowing salivating juicy explosion. I never really know what to put with banana, it's always pretty good how it is and doesn't need changing.

Mint ice-cream. Now, as great as it tastes, once you're done with it it lingers for ages, almost like toothpaste, it's great in the morning but if you go to drink orange juice afterwards it ruins the experience you know, it just won't leave you alone.

Neapolitan ice-cream, now you're talking, it's a mixture of the best three ice-creams, vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. I've talked of vanilla and chocolate, both are great, but you can get bored and the possibilities are limited. Strawberry however, God, it's heaven in a mouthful. You can do anything with strawberry, it's accepting of anything, willing to do it all, andything you can name, any sauce, and any topping. It. Will. Work. You could have strawberry just once, but you'll want it again, to try something different, mix it with other ice-creams, have 3 types in the same place, it just works. Which is why I would marry strawberry... But the temptation of mixing it with vanilla, chocolate, and banana would still be there. Which it seems fine with, so that's why vanilla is the best ice-cream.