Bondage Art

the fantastic feeling you get when in #ropeBondage!

Erotic Zone

Coarse fibers rub against a landscape laid out with atmospheres and rich soil, my breasts and long blonde hair, fresh water that began as runoff from snow-capped mountains, cutting through valleys and heading out to sea. His hands are the hands of a mason, oblivious to ancient volcanoes that rained down molten sediment; molten sediment that dried and became clay; clay that was excavated and packed into blocks; blocks that were fired in a kiln to become bricks. And I become a volcano equally unaware of the mason.

The hemp rope, is wrapped around my feet, snaking its way up my body, crisscrossing and disregarding borders as if I’m not a map but a photo taken from outer space. The friction between my breasts, around my arms and up my back, scorches me. Why aren’t they grabbing buckets of water? Why can’t I hear sirens off in the distance? Empty…

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About dave94015

interested in alternative relationships, visual artist, erotic romance writer and reviewer of erotica, drug rehab clinic intern - mid 20's
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