Friday night I
went to sauna
kissing chinese boy
skin so smooth
hips so groovy
said he was my toy
japanese boy
wearing glasses
led me to a room
japanese boy
spread my ass cheeks
fucked me, left too soon
in the steam room
met indian
boy of twenty five
rubbed his belly
kissed his earlobes
loved his hairy thighs
on bus ride home
by my lonesome
to an empty house
oh back home now
sit down next to
a cat with mouth full of mouse...
saturdat night came alive then I fell then tumbling outta my grey dreams and fell into a sweet girls eyes her thighs dripping honey her whole body burning up she pinned me down with a wicked smile and a devilish caress and with that there was no time to fear or second guess no shorthand cloack web of lies just fun and soft skin and an ancient adoration...
later on I
had needles thrust
through my expectant skin
my mistress
black and red
she says
"NOW KISS MY LEATHER SHINS!"
AA 2008
An attempt to record some experimental poetry very loosly based on various experiences of work and play as an anarchopunk slut/sub/dom/artist/gimp/whore/radical qweer/anti-censorship campaigner and porn advocate. (all resemblances to real peoples/time/places is purely coincidental. everything is permitted) The blog is for intelligent, sexy, depraved, kinky, perverted, loving, wickedly beautiful & morally-bankrupt readers only.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
last night hooked up with a hot new playmate somewhere north of AdelHades. I arrived harbouring a fairly serious buzz after drinking wine and apple juice all afternoon in front of a 'puter at home listenin' to metal and hardcore gettin' caught jackin off in the kitchen by one of my flatmates when he came looking for stale pizza. My new friend met me at a bus stop and then bought us some canadian club as we walked back to his house. After smoking a bunch of weed and getting decidedly smashed, me ranting and raving as usual, intoxicated curious and feeding hungrily on this attention. Sometime later into the night we relocated to his bedroom, our brains pretty mashed up from the booze, inhibitions loosened (i was already down to my underwear by the time we passed his flatmate sittin in the loung watchin tv), extremely horny happy excited...playtime was fucking great fun as we wrestled punched sucked hugged, both grinning like maniacs, he chained my wrist cuffs together and teased me (it seemed almost sadistic at the time) with his sweet hard uncut cock; only feeding my face with it just enough to leave starving for it straight away when he took it back.
In the morning neither of us could remember going to sleep. I can't remember if either of us even came.
From the way i'm feeling now, a few hours later sitting in a park back in AdelHades drinking my coffee nursing my sore head, I'm guessing that i didnt come. I still badly want to...
Sometime in December 2008
In the morning neither of us could remember going to sleep. I can't remember if either of us even came.
From the way i'm feeling now, a few hours later sitting in a park back in AdelHades drinking my coffee nursing my sore head, I'm guessing that i didnt come. I still badly want to...
Sometime in December 2008
Charles buys a business card
Despairing over the death of yet another pet mouse, Charles told himself that he'd never really been and never would be, especially good at anything. Forever denied personal success in any single field or endeavour. He couldnt see himself solemnly climbing a stable ladder anywhere in his future. He didnt feel lost, just dislocated and drained of purpose. He took a long walk through the city, dismayed at the mechanised movements of its morning inhabitants. Swamped by clean pressed clothes and purposeful gazes rushing past him, Charles made for relative peace of the park. He sat cross-leggged on the grass and felt at home amongst the japanese tourists with their sparkling camera eyes and Australian flag baseball caps. Feeling a little less alone, Charles caught a bus to the red light district.
The madamn at the counter eyed him suspiciously.
"So what can i do for you today young man?"
Charles took a moment to think about it, lighting a cigarette.
"I'd like a girl who's all heavy metal, none of this pink miniskirt trash like whats out there on the street. I want black stomping boots and tattoos, i want her fucking nasty and cruel and i want her with a shaved head."
He placed a $100 note on the desk and blew smoke through his nose. The old woman snatched the money and walked into a small ajoinging office, retrieving a card from a solid metal desk.
"All the girls i know like that work in their own outfits, and truth be told i've been losing some of my girls to their 'communes' or 'collectives' or whatever they call em. I don't understand myself whats in those books about anarchy that i been seein em read that sends em all crazy like that. Well i don't care if they want to leave too after that, I say good riddance to rubbish gone rotten. Say...why dont you stay here young fella? Let me and my girls take care of ya, you know i house some classy girls here, real sweet young ladies, and proper and polite too. You dont want some tramp with tattoos and tangled hair do you? My girls are clean and exotic, and they'll still do what you want, yes, come with me now and i'll take you to meet Cindy, i'm sure you'll fall in love with her at first sight now too..."
Charles grabbed the card, ignoring her hustle and made for the exit.
The madamn at the counter eyed him suspiciously.
"So what can i do for you today young man?"
Charles took a moment to think about it, lighting a cigarette.
"I'd like a girl who's all heavy metal, none of this pink miniskirt trash like whats out there on the street. I want black stomping boots and tattoos, i want her fucking nasty and cruel and i want her with a shaved head."
He placed a $100 note on the desk and blew smoke through his nose. The old woman snatched the money and walked into a small ajoinging office, retrieving a card from a solid metal desk.
"All the girls i know like that work in their own outfits, and truth be told i've been losing some of my girls to their 'communes' or 'collectives' or whatever they call em. I don't understand myself whats in those books about anarchy that i been seein em read that sends em all crazy like that. Well i don't care if they want to leave too after that, I say good riddance to rubbish gone rotten. Say...why dont you stay here young fella? Let me and my girls take care of ya, you know i house some classy girls here, real sweet young ladies, and proper and polite too. You dont want some tramp with tattoos and tangled hair do you? My girls are clean and exotic, and they'll still do what you want, yes, come with me now and i'll take you to meet Cindy, i'm sure you'll fall in love with her at first sight now too..."
Charles grabbed the card, ignoring her hustle and made for the exit.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
and on my third job, god created yuppies & humiliation
Kiss me now. Please won't you break my skin? Wash my eyes? Feed me fumes?
I've been waiting for you to come, within my starved misbegotten smile.
Diplomatic: my empire of mirrors; my eyes are full of stars; lines forgotten with practised ease; bodies working straining striving climbing in the heavy atmospheric air; covered in the dust of forgotten rites of passage, encoded in sweat describing in actual timeless detail alternative temporary semi-autonomous hierarchies.
The more he chokes, the surer I am:
I feel the vomit try to rise in his throat.
My sword! My sex! My strength!
I stand proud powerful fucking his mouth with regal abandon; showing just enough mercy; reassuring him of the level of control that i am easily capable of wielding over myself. Ironically, its almost as if he is proving himself the easier to control out of our little bondage romancing. As well, of course, he must be reminded that I am the law. I am working to meet his needs with some of my own sordid desires I suppose. I search inside my ever-expanding warehouse of sexual sensuality... He's not acting, why should I?
My slave is, however obliging and hard working, rather pathetic. Or should I say a little on the pathetic side (of me inside our contracted play for sure, not when compared with other subs in my experience as a sub/dom/queer). Our relationship is not a mature one as of yet, but this gimp, in my esteemed fucking opinion has already quickly set a startling and beautiful tone of worshipfulness.. He is, however, a little shy of physical pain...a situation I will rectify, positive energies willing...I'm open to suggestions. I like this one, he's very intelligent obedient and eager, albeit a little inexperienced. And he's all mine. So if you can help inspire me while I break him in, maybe one day i'll lend him to you...
I've been waiting for you to come, within my starved misbegotten smile.
Diplomatic: my empire of mirrors; my eyes are full of stars; lines forgotten with practised ease; bodies working straining striving climbing in the heavy atmospheric air; covered in the dust of forgotten rites of passage, encoded in sweat describing in actual timeless detail alternative temporary semi-autonomous hierarchies.
The more he chokes, the surer I am:
I feel the vomit try to rise in his throat.
My sword! My sex! My strength!
I stand proud powerful fucking his mouth with regal abandon; showing just enough mercy; reassuring him of the level of control that i am easily capable of wielding over myself. Ironically, its almost as if he is proving himself the easier to control out of our little bondage romancing. As well, of course, he must be reminded that I am the law. I am working to meet his needs with some of my own sordid desires I suppose. I search inside my ever-expanding warehouse of sexual sensuality... He's not acting, why should I?
My slave is, however obliging and hard working, rather pathetic. Or should I say a little on the pathetic side (of me inside our contracted play for sure, not when compared with other subs in my experience as a sub/dom/queer). Our relationship is not a mature one as of yet, but this gimp, in my esteemed fucking opinion has already quickly set a startling and beautiful tone of worshipfulness.. He is, however, a little shy of physical pain...a situation I will rectify, positive energies willing...I'm open to suggestions. I like this one, he's very intelligent obedient and eager, albeit a little inexperienced. And he's all mine. So if you can help inspire me while I break him in, maybe one day i'll lend him to you...
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