Name' sake

Robert Jordan

Terry Brooks

Anne McCaffrey

Douglas Adams

John Steinbeck 

J.R. Tolkien 

*not in any particular order

What do the following expressions say to you?

 

*points if you can name the actress

**double points if you can name what its from

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I sit here, cold. Something occured to me. 

How precarious this planet sits in its space in space. A slight turning away and much of it freezes. And another thought . . . Why do so many live where it freezes? Is it enjoyable being cold? It isnt for me.

"Even my shadow is cold"

Shadow work - part 1

By Jack "in the" Box Esq.

Pretty much every woman I have talked in depth with has eventually mentioned "quieting the mind". I started to look at this - why is it that seemingly alot of women need their mind quieted? Is it a common thing in kink? Is it women in general?  Why have I never heard a man say this?  

This is the conclusion I arrived at - 

Beats me. 😏

Happy Monday peeps. ☺🖑☕

God grant me the aim

To stop piss'n on the floor ~

The courage to change my underwear,

And the wisdom to stop answering the door.

Amen

😏

Pleasing to stop the teasing,

till the synapse snaps

There is comfort in the fleeting -

refuge in the bleeding

appeal of broken caps.

Stolen parts and dodging darts,

fighting off prolapse.

Endless trapezing

and countless re-freezing,

But castles do collapse.

Beguiled and isled,

dont you look wild

stay, bodice, or basque?

Dawn your laces in all the right places,

Shame - they forgot to ask.

Understanding, forgiving 

is not an easy task.

A lamb in wolfs clothing,

is far less foreboding 

Than throwing off the mask.

I see the pain - I feel the wall,

Sea of turmoil  - I see the small.

Lean on me - dont take the fall.

I feel your pain - I feel it all

Late night Joliet

 
 . . . Down the alley, late  - not totally secluded, but not mainstreet. Dim light casting mostly on the pole itself.
Flies buzzing around the over stuffed dumpsters - boxes and bottles strewn about
The smell of piss and grease - hot muggy night.
- a lone dog barks in the distance - the wail of another cop car speeding by on the next block . . .as the siren fades into its destiny, the only remaining sound is her heels on the gritty pavement as he leads her to the whipping pole.. . . Again.
A rope and her long raven hair in one hand - leather strap in the other - challenge me! - I DARE you!

A drunk slurs out an inaudible diatribe as he passes the far end of the alley - "perfect" Jack thought - tossing the rope over the linemans peg ten foot up. 

A slight whimper escaped Hana's lips when he gave the rope one last pull for good measure, arms high - her small slender frame fully extended against the hard splintered pole.

A bottle crashes on the sidewalk, a couple fighting floors above. Wrestless night, the mood was palpable.

"Im going to enjoy this"  his breath on her neck - his tone gave her a cold chill.

He brushed her hair forward, looked up the alley, down the alley - and with a forceful tear, ripped her dress off, as if some minor inconvenience. Her body trembled, heat between her legs - the rush of being completely naked, helpless - in public. Any passerby could witness her punishment. She moaned to the pole, her trusted betrayer.

Jack kissed her cheek, kicked her feet apart, and caressed her soft behind.

Even though she fully expected the familiar sting, the sudden lash across her bottom shook her - waves crashing through, another - he whipped her hard and fast - another - she could feel the welts building already - another! - her body trembled - she held herself tight against the dirty pole - oh god! - another! - she moaned - her mind reeled - "people can hear this, people can see me". The strap found its mark against her tender thighs - another!. He whipped her again . . . The unmistakable sound of old leather against bare skin echoed through the alley - she let out a loud moan, she didnt care - she wanted people to know, to hear - to see . ..

The hot pain consumed her, she surrendered, her body was his, her sex was his - oh god yes! He seemed to know, the strap landed harder - YES! - AGAIN . . . 

Like a coaster on its highest descent, free fall -  she released her breath - the beating stopped.

Waves pulsed through her naked body, the pain, the burning pleasure - his breathing heavy , once again on her neck - his hard member pushed against her back. Both speechless,  panting .. . 

Without a word he undid the rope, -  she slowly lowered her stiff arms and brought her feet back together. Jack picked up her torn dress and offered it to her bound hands - not looking at her. She took the balled up dress and looked up at him,  her best "im sorry" look - "come on" he said coldly, grabbing her by the arm "we're going home - you can make it up to me there".

They headed back out of the alley,  Jacks pants revealing his mood, Hana, holding her only cover close - naked, hot red welts across her behind - Jack didnt care if anyone saw - Hana was secretly hoping someone did.

~fin

*image was "Jacked" from - 

Julieta Gorbarán Mentasti
"Lady biker" (pinterest)

No affiliation and shes probably gonna punch me in the ear 

Image . . . Self image.

Its a curious thing, this burden many carry.

Too this, too that, not enough, too much, etc etc etc etc .

There are 2 things I have learned in this life (yes, only 2)

1 - Confidence is sexy

2 - The law of attraction is real -

"What you think, you become"