I stand before you, A Monolith.

Sitting across from you. Watching you take nibbles of your brunch. Focused on looking dainty while looking into my eyes with want. With intent. Wanting to be loved, caressed, and cared for. But intending to be bent over your plate and filled with every inch that your Daddy has to give you.

The eroticism found in imbibing certain parcels of food. Not just the taste, but the texture as well. One that melds of velvet, slik, and butter. The senses on the tongue are alarmed and raised by both flavor and feel. Sending waves of euphoria through the body and brain.

Seeing me in totality stopped you in your tracks. You let out a light gasp, not being able to remove your eyes from your father's long yet limp penis. "Sweetheart, I didn't realize you were home..." I spoke, with no thought to try to cover myself. You opened your mouth to respond but remained stuck. Fixated. "Baby-love?" I questioned. Your eyes snapped up to mine as you responded in embarrassment, " Dad!" I remained silent, still focused in your eyes. Clutching your backpack, you forced yourself to look away and rushed into your room. If only I had known how that would affect you, I may have followed behind you...

Via Vecchia. August 17, 2024.

To another adventure.

A touch of elegance.

I found no solice in your disobedience. Your bratty disposition is only leverage for the implementation of discipline. While I may have a cold and stable demeanor, my arms are a warm welcome to your needy body. My large hands pull you tight to me by your waist. Your breast pressed against the peak of my abdomen. You're wanton eyes and moist pouty lips look up to my gruff face, expecting to see an expression of anger. Instead, you've found calm. Guidance. Truth. As well as a touch of vile intent. Impatience drips and runs down your inner thighs...

Those stars never seem to fail at falling. If I could Just hold out my Palm and allow them to land in it, I'm sure I could save one or two of them. Or better yet, use an index finger to arrange them against the black canvas that is the sky. This balcony makes me feel as if I'm close enough to take a step up into orbit and join them. Slowly waltzing with a blazing celestial ball as the rest of them circle and swoon around us. Getting lost in the abyss that are her eyes. Wanting to press my lips against hers as I am wrapped tightly in her rings. My bottle of scotch is nearing its end. Turning my attention to the quieting street below, I wonder if any of those fallen stars have found a proper lover tonight. I remove my already loosened tie and drop it from my tenth floor elevation. Is that what it was like for her? A silent, unnoticed drop in the darkness. Carried on the wind to an unspecified destination. Back inside my flat, I finish my cocktail and begin to pour another. Unsure of how much time is passed, a soft knock beckons me to open the door. I do so to find my star, the very embodiment of lovely, holding my tie. Concern embedded in her brow. She does not speak or waste words on an meaningless greeting. Instead, she presses herself against me and kisses me with a reassuring resolve. Tonight, I am her black canvas in which she may burn brightly.

Those Old Familiar Places.