I’m a problematic author who writes sex-drenched, violent worlds where might makes right but fairy-tale-style happily-ever-after’s rule the day.
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Dragged from bed
In the chill of the feral red moon
"Now," you say, as your skin slaps mine
And I kneel in the filth
And profane of a wild midnight.
My Yes, is a cry of deliberate defiance
Daring the moon to judge my open mouth,
My sagging tits
My silver marks on my old woman's belly
As you choke me, feed me, fill me life
Making me your darkness sacrifice.
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Jun 10
The best submission is not rushed. It is unraveled slowly, with my hands in your hair and my voice in your ear
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Like gentleness is a violation.
He slides his hand into my hair, fists it
And pulls me to his mouth
For a kiss that caresses all my pleasure points into open, moaning,
I taste coffee, scotch, desire
He licks, feral for me
-Until I whimper
A supplicant asking for more
Of his tender, brutal assault
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La cuerda no ata
Escribe
En un diagrama que solo se puede leer con los dedos
de noche el lenguaje corriente ya no alcanza a decir lo que ocurre
Cada nudo es una palabra que no existe una frase que el cuerpo comprende antes que la mente se atreva
Daniel Mezquiriz
#ErotismoProfundo
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His hands cup her head,
Grip her hair
Like an angry priest
Pounding retribution.
Her mouth gaping wide
She wants everything
Even if it bruises.
No mercy here.
Her eyes well with tears
Her lips drool moonbeams.
She takes every drop
Of his relentless ache,
When he strokes it deep
Over the velvet of her tongue.
Moaning yes
When he unpeels his profanity
As her core clenches
And leaks the salty tide.
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Sometimes even monsters need someone to show them softness
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Your skin would be warm
Under my hand if I could touch it.
Salty under my mouth
When I kissed it.
Hot against my breast,
If I could drag myself up your body
To find the slope of your hipbone
And suck on it.
You would bead with sweat
As you fist my hair
Roll me
Spread me open
Cover my cold, my empty, my need
With profane, molten sexed-up brutality
Spread it over me
Soak it into me.
Please Master,
Shove it hard into me
Until I’m burning, begging,
Just as hot as you.
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If you're having a bad day, this baby raccoon with a lollipop oughta cheer you up. 🫶
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I held my space, but I offered him ownership of the house, I liked him so much.
He said no, sweetheart not that, not quite.
He took the deed and swallowed it. He took me and swallowed me.
Built himself into the wood, the nails, the metal and glass.
Made my space his space,
Created me... His place.
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