tigersaint

the thirty-third night:

it is one of my first and best fantasies to be bound to a chair with a high back, or a table with stirrups,

with my legs strapped, or bandaged so that i cannot move them.

they are wide open.

my midsection, too, is bandaged and strapped to the chair, but not my arms.

my head is held in place by my the straps around my throat, and i am blindfolded

and i have on large headphones, with daydream nation being played, i can hear nothing but that

and there is a man between my thighs, going down on me so that all i can feel is his mouth and the music pumping into my ears

and my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me harder and deeper.

just the music, and his mouth and my pleasure and nothing else

for the length of the album, or over again, until i pass out.