Restless Confessions

My body, my mind, they will not settle. And neither will the words.

They assault me, rush through me, as if they also know the frustration of this unfulfilled yearning, hitting hard the screen and the page, my fingers frantically typing, clutching like a lifeline the coolness of the stylus, the words screaming, outpacing, flitting through the fragments, details found then lost and overcome, darting from one page to another, too restless and desirous and uneasy to stay for a moment longer, to complete and realise the utterance forever twisting into knots my stomach, pulsing and glistening between my thighs, lingering on my lips and the tip of my tongue.

In the silence, in their wake, I look upon their trace, and all I see, all I feel is you.

You and your smile and the warmth of your hand and the sound of your laughter and the resonance of your voice and the minute round midnight your breath caught in your throat and your black gaze grew darker as I confessed on my knees the primal need for your blistering seed on every inch of my skin and deep inside my cunt and my womb, the intimacy my body craves through the day and its night, this fusion of man and woman, of you and me, this mark of your ownership, my possession of your hard aching sex, your name etched in my secret flesh with the force of your desire, with the roar of your body, with the very tremble of your soul.

  1. John Brownstone 2015.03.06 9:16pm

    This stirred some deep primal urge within me.

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.07 5:32pm

      This is just the response I was hoping for, JB…

  2. obsessed 2015.03.07 6:43am


  3. the late phoenix 2015.03.07 7:26am

    i have a pretty cool feathered stylus. no inkwell though. my beautiful, confession is good for the soul…and the body :*

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.07 5:33pm

      I’m fairly certain I have the perfect inkwell for your stylus… 😉

  4. Jack (and Jill) 2015.03.07 8:08pm

    As always, your words are erotic beyond measure. Such a wonderful thought on which to conclude my night.

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.16 3:58pm

      I can only hope the thoughts and images lingered well into your night and dreaming, Jack…

  5. Ember 2015.03.08 1:58am

    (pulse racing and breath hitching…) You described this restless ache in the most elegant, exact, and profound manner, Minx. xoxo

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.16 4:09pm

      Oh, how you indulge me with your glorious praise, my lovely. And your fluttering pulse and warm breath is such a delectable bonus…

  6. bhp 2015.03.09 6:02am

    I must confess.. if I could choose but one place to linger for the remainder of my days, it would be at the tip of your tongue, CM.
    Once there, you could lash me with your words forever.

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.16 4:38pm

      That’s definitely my kind of forever, bhp.

      My ravenous pink tip is ready and waiting…

  7. Hudson Grant 2015.03.23 10:40pm

    This is really beautifully written, poetic in its description of passion, desire, urgency – which we all feel but sometimes suppress or cannot express. The longing and desire for intimate pleasure is one of the most compelling emotions we can ever feel. I get that feeling when I read your words and see your photos. Beautiful.

    • Cheeky Minx 2015.03.24 10:09pm

      I’m very touched this piece spoke to you so strongly, since at its heart is the struggle to articulate the want and need often located beyond language, in the flesh, in the body.

      I couldn’t agree more that the desire for this particular intimacy is the most compelling, the key to the human condition. I can only hope my work continues to resonate with you and touch upon the pleasure and connection that quite clearly tempts us both.

      Thank you for the gorgeous feedback, Hudson. Welcome to the Cake…