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Good Sub: Part I

B looked at the clock, the tiny multicolored brackets flashed with vigor, it was her alarm reminding her that Daddy would be home in thirty minutes. Her nipples wet, cold and hard peered from the clammy water. She dreaded getting out of the bath. She loved to soak in hot water seasoned with mint and lavender scented Epson salts- just as Daddy had taught her to do. He stressed the importance of self-care to B, “how can I expect you to take care of my needs if you don’t know how to take care of your own,” he insisted. B couldn’t refute, it took a lot of hard work to please Daddy. Today alone she had already shined 4 pair of boots, cleaned his chaps and vests, untangled floggers, set up the play room: 1. candles lit, 2. Daddy’s toy chest unlocked. 3. lube 4. gloves 5. First Aid kit 6. water and snacks 7. music set at the appropriate level She stepped out the tub and checked her cunt in the mirror and admired her recently trimmed pubic hairs; a fine layer. Not too fine nothin

Hating on Proposals

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Dear Selection Committee, You want me to tell you why I deserve the money what I’d do with the money? How will I grow you, money? I’m going to use your money and make you look good. Oh yeah, make you look so fucken good. Cause I’m good. We good? People gon’ say “Damn, how did they know she was good?” And that just means you gooder than me. You’re GOOD. You’re a mother FUCKING genius putting this genius on stage. Yeah, I said genius…. who else does your institution represent? I need to puSh thiS Shit out!!!!! Ssssss, but it hurts brain like impacted glands have me dragging my ass around Pinch! Pinch that shit tight, squeeze like a penny pincher. Come now, give me that money. Let me show you how loud I toot toot, toot, toot-a-loot a lot of praises and raises of the bar going up to it and ordering falling in that order and getting mine… Bartender! Me, Goaltender! Tending my goals, can’t have them dropping like chickens in the heat. Cause,

Remedios

Unas cuantas cucharadas de miel mezclado con jugo de limĂłn. Jarabe agridulce, lubrica esa resequedad en mi garganta. Amargura silenciosa que ahorca. Me ahogo- tos que raspa contra mis paredes ecos del pasado atrapados, pulsando contra mis amĂ­gdalas. Es infeccioso como mantra se me graba- la mala maña de tragarme mis emociones, que telaraña que al fin se escapa como calentura por mis poros de mi ser enfermizo. Remedio… Embragada en un libro. Caminar en la playa. Unas nalgadas. Unos besitos. Espalda arañada. ¿Una palabra ajustada contra la pagina, como cura? La palabra en mi diario me ajusta, como un quiropráctico. Me ajustan palabras Siempre restan para otro dĂ­a. Mañana- siempre llegare a mañana mientras tenga algo pendiente que expresar. Escribo para no sentirme sola Saber que no estoy sola. En soledad Intento tocar tu pecho. Vaporub caliente Desencadenándote Enredando te Con mis enredos. Around my finger pero te recuerdo y te quiero