Playing With Knives

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“May I have knife play please?”

He smiled and a few minutes later, pulled his buck knife out of his toy bag. Smiling happily, he bounced onto the bed knife held in a mock stabbing posture. I laughed and curled into him as the point began to graze my skin, going from the sting of a scratching claw that made me gasp and moan, to tickling that made me squeal and wriggle under him. I looked up at his dear face to see the smile that plays his mouth every time he runs his knife over a woman’s body and she writhes. I love that smile.

He reached around my body, scratching his arousal everywhere he could reach while I was curled against his body. Finally he stood and drew the knife down my belly and made little furrows on my pubic mound and labia. I nearly came just from that, and then he stabbed me with his cock and kept his knife running over my skin while he pumped it in and out of me. I gasped and couldn’t breath, couldn’t do anything else but come.


When Remus and I first met,tumblr_mj7gel75H61qz5enfo1_500
I fantasized of feeling his cock in my mouth,
in my throat, deep
thrusting, spurting.

Then cancer came,
my throat, sliced to cut cancer out,
suckles frightened me.
I could not suck him for a long time.

Last night, the urge visited me.
I felt his taste on my tongue,
the texture of his skin, frenulum,
a sharp wrinkle against my tongue,
smooth helmet brushing
ridges, the roof of my mouth,
scent of pubic hair,
tickling my nose,
weight of testicles, cupped in my hand,
I want to be there.
I spoke of it,
last night he just smiled.
It’s been a long time, you see.
I’d spoken before,
tried, but panicked,
leaving him cooling, dry.

I woke, dreaming, got up to pee.
When I returned to our bed,
his cock against his leg,
lay slightly swollen, wanton.
I touched his arm,
ran my fingers down his body,
the raised nipple,
belly hairs rising, muscles tightened,
My fingers came to rest on his thigh.
I leaned in and kissed him softly,
his cock hardened against my lips,
hips thrust toward me.
I took him in my mouth,
and it was good, we sighed.

© 2015 ThePoet, Nymphadora