I lay you out I lay me out before you heart in one hand and a bottle of Merlot in the other Stretched out before me I take away your sight take away your breath take away your dignity and then slip it back sip it back drop by drop from my glass Offered out your body becomes my tray my sustenance and holds the hopes of what can will be for the world We are out exposed for no one in the world but us to see as I slip into you slip in sip in and spit out…
I am torn between running and staying fighting and fleeing and passing out in exhaustion I am a lonely creature working a thousand hours a day for things I could care less about and what things give me joy I can not seem to make into the reality I was promised I am going deaf I ask the world to repeat itself I repeat myself I grind down grind in repeat and grind further until smooth as a worn penny I am left on the street and swept away Options paths open before me and yet I can choose none…
As I slip on faded tight jeans that hug my ass so perfectly and run a hand over my bald scalp I stared down at a perfect circle and remembered soap suds still clinging to my finger tips and the smell of the future in the air
Bondage for Bondage Sake by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington As I sit next to his bound form I close my eyes and can hear every shortened breath straining against the ropes. His chest tied tight, wrists bound behind his back, and his paired ankles pulled up to the back of his shinju in a tight hogtie. No, not a hogtie, a gyaku ebi, reverse shrimp, my delicious morsel ready for me to devour. I’ve been asked too many times “what do you do once they are tied up?” I believe in bondage for the sake of bondage. Rope for the sake…
Has just been sent to Paul at Equus Eroticus. Here’s the sneak preview for my firends list. Equus Eroticus and Playboy Sexcetera shoot By Bridgett Harrington, aka Lady Beautiful ponies, skilled handlers, stunning tack and a trip to Dairy Queen in full pony regalia… what more could one want from a weekend in West Virginia? When I was invited to be part of the Playboy Channel’s Sexcetera special on pony play, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect… but the lasting and deepening friendships and amazing play experiences were well worth the trek to the middle of nowhere to shoot…
*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs* by Lee “Bridgett” Harrington across a dream crossed by screams I call for you to ride away from your complacency Ride the waterways of my body My veins Your hands stern but soft would row the way Along my valley Waters Lakes Streams Past the rapids of my heart Into the vast ocean of my soul *** let me sing your mind your tongue paint my sweat upon your brow bind you in my acrylics watercolors pastels or the lyrics of my life *** be my palette let me brush you across my…