Claudia Rodriguez

Daughter, you’re grown now you should really find someone to love you, respect you; a woman who knows your worth. Daughter are you listening? Mama, you are my mother and I know it is your duty to worry about me. You won’t rest until you’re certain that the love you have for me, an unconditional love, be not replaced but at least replicated by another. I assure that the news I bring to you will ignite you not with rage but with brightness. For who would’ve ever thought that this other being, this woman would arrive in my life. She is a woman like no other, my, my, tongue stutters, I don’ know where to start. No, I didn’t meet her on some dating website, nor through mutual friends, it was simply one of life’s coincidences. She is known in various places as the woman, who looks like a tree, well because her contour is that of a tree, her long limbs skinny aged branches raised towards the sky like a Russian ballerina. She is my Muse, her visions shoot through her mind onto the canvas lik

She walks into the green room Gives hugs all around then like a sub who’s had enough collapses in my arms. My Mistress, I can’t touch without permission yet I took in her scent pressed her into me, her hot breaths erasing anxiety, insecurity that stirred in me. It was our night our audience awaited to see our play unfold Yes leather, yes dominance, yes submission and pain she rummaged through her suitcase of accouterments looking for that single tail, whip or knife to tenderize my back with. We’ve done this dance before in private and on stage underneath the heat of the lights and collective silence of the audience a deeper intimacy goes unnoticed. Two pros engaged in creative exchange. Yes play, but definitely procreating without reservations artistic instincts on high as we set out to inspire give you something to Tweet about. She felt my vibe she had to the way I did hers the audience, numbed by our chemistry, did too. Each come up to us one by one, smiles wider than the black smi