ESSAYS, POEMS, STORIES AND COMMENTARY

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Copyright Myths Explained (Please read this if you plan on using articles from various web sites on the internet.  ESPECIALLY if you plan on borrowing from my website.)

  Lady Sirona's Stories
  Resistance by Mollena Williams
  The Beast by Atheris
  Two Poems on Submission by Kristine Schubert writing as HaydenStar
  Cravingby Monika
  The Mindfuck by MassaKist
  A Happy Little Home by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  Darkness Becomes You by Wendi
  Growing Up by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  SM is... Authored by Don Meisen Used by permission of Society of Janus-all rights reserved
  Man's Best Friend by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  The "Slave" Sonnets by William Shakespeare
  Revenge by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  Cyan's Stories
  Shari Dog Sits by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  Faces of Submission by Lady Leanne (the QueenBitch)
Pleasure Studios  Lots of stories and other things
  Tara's Revenge by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  Elfin's Stories by Elfin These stories are wonderful!
  Tom and Serena by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  Affirmation by Jayne Relaford Brown (for those of us over forty)
  A New Record by Slowman_44@hotmail.com
  The Darkside of Passion website with stories by Atheris, Domina's Niece
Akasha's Web Femdom Stories
Amity's World Amity's Stories and Mule's Femdom Pictures
  Spare Not the Rod by Domina
  Tears, Blood and Pain (for Hayden) by Domina


Or, have Domina tell you a story, live.

Sites for women oriented erotica

Scarlet Letters
Clean Sheets

Femme Erotic Network

Fatale Media
 

(If you like this poem, here's a link to Monika's site with more of her poetry and stories: CRAVING

this was in the October issue of Growing Pains, the newsletter of the Society of Janus -- doesn't it make your toes curl?)

CRAVING

by Monika

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The burning, needing ache
searing your soul, consuming your mind?
You can almost feel the whip, kissing your skin,
peeling back the layers of numbness.
The sharp sting, making you hiss with desire,
your body crying for more.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the heavy hand of a lover?
Your ears searching for the sweet sound of
the white hot slap?
You can almost feel the weight of her hand,
settling on your sore flesh, pressing the pain
further into your soul.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for the hard thwack of a well made flogger?
The force of the blow, nearly knocking you
off your feet?
You can almost feel your skin compressing under
the weight of the leather, and then releasing
to receive another welcome blow.
Have you ever had that craving?
The craving to be powerless befeore a talented woman?
The desire to serve her for as long as she'll allow?
You can almost feel the submission growing,
glowing inside of you as you peek up at her through
lowered lashes. Fearing her kiss, yet hungering
for her punishment.

Have you ever had that craving?
The craving for sweet, sweet tears pouring down from
wet eyelashes, cooling hot cheeks, soothing
trembling, bitten lips
The craving so intense your skin screams with want?
The bursting, needing ache,
searing your soul, consuming your mind?

Have you ever had that craving?

AFFIRMATION

Jayne Relaford Brown

I am becoming the woman I've wanted,
grey at the temples,
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life with a laugh that's known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she's a survivor-
that whatever comes, she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep weathered basket.

I am becoming the woman I've longed for,
the motherly lover with arms strong and tender,
the grown up daughter who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons and sunrises.
I find her becoming,
this woman I've wanted,
who knows she's sufficient,
knows where she's going and travels with passion.
Who remembers she's precious,
but knows she's not scarce-who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.