#s&m literature

[pegglefan69]

“I was all alone now– on my own. My throat was dry, my heart pounded, and my mind fought to stay focused. I pulled on a pair of short black leather gloves and stepped to face Charley. He looked into my eyes with love and trust and formally surrendered by inclining his head to my chest. I embraced him.

Slowly, trying not to look like a nervous colt, I moved around behind Charley and began to caress his broad, muscular back, which was stretched flat from his arms being bound and extended. With my right index finger I began to draw a pattern on his back. The roomful of men was quiet but restless and questioning. What was the kid doing? These were unfamiliar gestures. Running a fingertip over someone’s back might be odd, even kinky, but was it sadism? They kept quiet and watched.

What no one knew was that I had embedded a razor-sharp scalpel into the fingertip of my glove. The tracery I was creating on Charley’s back was being gently cut into the topmost layer of his skin– not quite deep enough to raise blood but just enough to split the skin. It only took a few minutes to create the design but to me those moments seemed like hours. Then I stepped back, picked up a broad leather paddle, and with all the force I could muster, smacked the paddle flat against Charley’s back three times. The impact caused the skin to split open and the blood to rush to the surface and fill the thin lines that I had cut into his back. Slowly at first and then more quickly, the blood oozed out until the full design became clear to everyone in the room. I had cut a large, smiling sunburst into my lover’s back. Under the sunburst were the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A little humor can go a long, long way. The gasps of wonder and amusement in the room were my reward. I had begun the evening as a lanky kid but now I had earned my place among serious men.

Jason was the first to grab me. Where, he wondered, had I learned that nasty trick? I explained that I’d thought it up on my own and confessed that I had to practice on my own arms and legs until I developed the right touch. He howled with laughter when I told him that Charley had believed my story about the cuts being cat scratches.

My relationship with Charley deepened and became more profound for us both. It was to be forever in our hearts and minds.”

–From the essay One Among Many: the Seduction and Training of a Leatherman by Thom Magister, from the book Leatherfolk: Radical Sex, People, Politics and Practice, edited by Mark Thompson

This excerpt is from the author’s debut as a S/M top into his 1950s leather community, & I thought his invention of a proto-vampire glove was really interesting! The whole essay is thought-provoking, romantic, & sexy.

[thepersonalwords]

When love dies, the heart's ashes do not leave on the wind—they rest on the mantelpiece of the soul, darkening the sunrise we once saw to be beautiful.

Angela M. Hudson

[andrumedus]

And I ask you what bitter words are ruining your soft-skinned village, because I want to make a poem that will cup the inside of your throat like the fire in the palm of a healing animal. [...]

Joy Harjo, In Mad Love and War; “Healing Animal”

[quotelr]

When you gaze out on a quiet, peaceful meadow, next to a still pond, under a motionless blue sky, you wonder how the noisy, busy cacophony of life could have arisen from such silent, motionless beginning.

M.., The Meaning(s) of Life: A Human's Guide to the Biology of Souls

[allensmind-tumbl]

Siento que estoy condenado a la eterna soledad, desesperanza y falta de amor.

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Howdy there!

Could you do one for: Hawkeye Pierce (MASH) x Reader please :)

Thanks!!

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ hello! and YES!! Hawkeye is one of mod's favorite characters in all of fiction, fun fact! M*A*S*H is also mod's favorite show! <3 For extra effect, please imagine Hawk singing these while he's drunk in the swamp (much to Beej's amusement and Charles's dismay).

Cheek to Cheek - Fred Astaire

You're the Top - Cole Porter

Happy Days are Here Again - Judy Garland

I've Got a Crush On You - Frank Sinatra

Swinging On a Start - Bing Crosby

I've Got the World On A String - Frank Sinatra

Fever - Peggy Lee

Let's Do It (Let's Fall in Love) - Ella Fitzgerald

Give Me The Simple Life - June Christy

Old Cape Cod - Patti Page

thanks for dialing in!

[draculovemp3]

— Richard Hooker & W.C. Heinz, M*A*S*H: A Novel About Three Army Doctors

[michaelectras]

semi-connected to my last post and wider midam (head)canon is the idea that michael would be SUCH a good housewife. it’d give him a distraction from the whole ‘my father doesnt love me and i spent my life in attendance to a man who saw me as nothing but a tool and doomed my siblings to the same fate out of spite and habit’ thing while also not being too wildly different from what he was used to doing (running heaven was kind of like maintaining a household) to warrant too massive an identity crisis. adam comes home and his socks are alphabetically ordered, his clothes for the next four weeks are laid out and ironed and organised by zodiac sign, the house is spotless, the cupboards are always full with in date food and michael spends dinner updating him on the latest development in the ongoing assault against the weeds in the back garden with the help of the minute-by-minute log he keeps of what he does around the house every day. he goes to pilates. they’re thriving

[klingerfashionarchive]

special: korean shaman from season 5 episode 13 "exorcism"

[naanznommz]

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The parasite inside insist on making me push myself to impossible standards, asking me to sacrifice time and energy, making me vulnerable...

[thepersonalwords]

The greatest victory comes not from winning against enemies but from winning over one’s self.

Debasish Mridha

[andrumedus]

To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling. But the hour of vengeance strikes, and I love you.

Pablo Neruda, tr. & ed. by Mark Eisner, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems; from Twenty Love Poems: 1, "Body of woman"

[chai-n-ivy]

01/01/2024

Day 3 of reading S by J.J. Abrams/Doug Dorst:

SPOILERS AHEAD

I've finished the actual text of the novel by V.M. Straka, which was a slog not gonna lie. It's got so much mystery to it that I find it frustrating, and it annoys me that the main character doesn't complete either of his two missions (figuring out who he was and killing Vévoda).

Wish me luck for the first wave of marginalia!

[gingersnaptaff]

Every time I read Culhwch ac Olwen I forget that Twrch Trwyth was once an Irish king. He must've had the worst fuckin day ever. Like, boom, suddenly you're a boar cuz God's real mad at whatever shit u did and he wants u to KNOW IT. I'd be LIVID. Penning letters to God non-stop going, 'PUT ME BACK! I DON'T WANT A MAD WARLORD AND HIS SEVEN-THOUSAND-ODD KNIGHTS TO HUNT ME AND MY KIDS DOWN!! ARE U CRAZY?! DO I L O O K LIKE I AM A FUCKIN BARBER SHOP?!'

[allensmind-tumbl]

Today I dreamed about you, but it wasn't a happy and a good dream, for me was more like a nightmare.

We were all together, our group of friends in common, and us.

I don't remember too much, but I remember feeling ignored and left out.

Then, this guy we both know was there, a guy that I could never know if you were in love with him, but things were different when he was around, you were different, and I could feel two things in the air, your love and me dying from the inside.

In the dream I saw you both saying goodbye with kisses on the cheek as usual in a boy-girl friendship, but this time there were actually kisses, goodbye-kisses, and all of that happened in from of my eyes.

When he left the place, you looked at me with sad eyes saying to me "you hate that I kissed him, right?" And seconds before waking up from that nightmare I said "how can I claim anything from you if we both know that you'll never love me."

It sounds so irreal to be a dream, but I literally dreamed that, that was my dream and nightmare this night.

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Alright, I'm curious:

Father Mulcahy (from Mash) X reader

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ hi caller!

Give Me the Simple Life - June Christy

Something Stupid - Frank Sinatra ft. Nancy Sinatra

I'm Confessin' (That I Love You) - Les Paul ft. Mary Ford

Stardust - Nat King Cole

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters

I'll Never Smile Again - Frank Sinatra

Puppy Love - Paul Anka

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin

I'm Glad There is You - Julie London

Magic Moments - Perry Como