Safe Harbor

I need a place
Firm floors and soft edges
A structure of steel
Draped in pillows and blankets
Warmed by the sun
Shimmering in the dark
With the promise
The one promise
That no one
Has ever made.

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where I can fall apart
No one else’s needs to meet
No demands
Of time or wit or ability
No decisions to make
No bedtimes, screen-times, mealtimes
No downtime
Never any requirements
Of my mind
Of my eyes
Of my voice
Only my flesh

I need a place
A safe harbor

My blanket fort
Your sofa
A mattress
Or futon
Or backseat
It isn’t the location
It’s the mindset
It’s your attitude
It’s a command
Bend over, feel, break, cry…
Come, baby girl, again

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where I can beg to be
Until all that is left
Is the calm eye of the hurricane
The center of the
That is my life
All that is left
Is me

I need a place
A safe harbor

Where pain isn’t frightening
But comforting
Where the tangled
Unruly web
Of this world
Looks like silly string
Dirt is just fairy dust
Piles of laundry are pillows, or even clouds
The disarray is simply magic

I need a place
A safe harbor
Where the sobs
That escape my chest
Aren’t fruitless cries to an empty shower
Never meaningless
But instead
They are music
A sonnet leading to a symphony
Of laughter and bliss
A concert
For one

I need a place
I need to fall apart
I need to be taken apart
I need that impossible promise


I need
Safe harbor.

All is right with the world


When we are touching, all is right with the world.

When your delicious lips soothe mine,
When your heavenly beard tickles my neck,
When your fingers glide over my flesh,
Like you’re memorizing me,
All is right with the world.

When you grip me tightly,
When you pin me or tell me to be still for you,
When you nip and bite all of those places that drive me wild,
And keep me present, simultaneously,
All is right with the world.

When your palm slides over my soft, round cheeks,
When my body ignites with anticipation,
When my mind spins and swirls,
Anxious for you to begin,
All is right with the world.

When that first strike lands,
When you smooth out the fire,
When each blow is that perfect combination of pleasure and pain,
Which sends me flying into space,
All is right with the world.

When you decide I’ve had enough,
When you take more pleasure with expert fingers,
When I attempt to have yours,
In my hands, mouth, and between my breasts,
All is right with the world.

When we collapse, our tryst tangled bodies pulsing,
When you hold me longer than usual,
When you whisper sweet things,
That make me giggle and swoon.
All is right with the world.

When we wake to a new day,
When you kiss me in your perfect way,
When I know that this feeling will remain,
Because I am yours, forever.

All is right with the world, Sir.


I finished my latest installment of the Dancer series on Hipster Intelligence Agency.

It is a story about Natalie, an eighteen year old, quite cocky and self confident girl, seeking Dominance without quite realizing it. She throws herself in the path of a handsome, but rumored playboy who quickly helps her see things in herself that she had never realized. And makes her want things she has never wanted.

It’s a pretty hot series, which I enjoyed writing a lot. I hope, if you haven’t already, that you’ll check it out.

Dancer, Part 2
Dancer, Part 3
Dancer, Part 4

Let me know what you think!!


Unwrapped at midnight

Exhaustion forgotten…
Spooning to spanking…
Soft touch to hard bite…
Sweetness trailing…
Kisses withheld…
Delicious pain…
Indescribable pleasure…
Too much…
Please, more…

“It’s midnight… unwrap me…”



Unwrapped indeed.