I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I could’ve,should’ve,would’ve but,I didn’t.I failed to stop myself from following my demon and not my … More
Tag: submission
inside
© Emmaleela
spine
Fingers willas fingers doassert themselvestracing feetsoles and toestracing anklescalves and shinstaking timearound the kneesteasing hollowsunderneathsliding freelyup the thighsundeniedundisguisedin betweencurves unseentantalisebring … More
net work
Once upon a time ago when I was 17 I found myself in the big smoke, London, which for me … More
fragment
I’m laid on my back, stripped there and then, unbuttoned, unfastened, unhooked, unveiled, each layer until there are no layers … More
vertigo
we lovewe lustsurrender trust,promiscuous,I touch you whenI’m touching me,feel you flowinginside mekeeping meupon the edge,wrap-around,feel my fingerslosing grounddigging in,feel my … More
wandering hands
Rising out of a dream I opened my eyes, the passage of sleep was still slow to disperse so I … More
the colour red
~~ A festive treat ~~ The door opened. I froze. We were on the bed still fully-clothed but in a … More
little black number
This night I’d gone out in my little black number as us girls decided to semi-posh up, rare for me … More
roots of all evil (a Halloween tale)
I woke up lying on a grave. At least I wasn’t in it. I lay atop a scattering of leaves, … More
trailblazer
It was only the day after did it occur to me that, obviously of course it was bound to obligate … More
trace
© Emmaleela
vertiginous
I was, how old? It was a rave. It was loud. It was colourful. It was wild. Of course it … More
proxy
I dream of your handstangled like needin my hairas I breathe you in. I dream of your handsfinding every curve … More
an act of faith
Sex is an act of faith. It’s filled with hope and with anticipation that it’ll turn out to be as … More