Creative Writing: The Sounds…

The sounds echo through my mind lately...

The sounds of leather kissing skin and the begging for more. The sounds of electricity filling the air, be it from someone being grounded by a different type of grounding or the sparks of a play partner match well made. The sounds of pleasure and desire and wanting and needing and fulfilling until not just bodies and minds but souls feel liberated. The sounds of power and control dancing delicately, passionately between lovers, friends, and future dear ones.

The sounds of a community coming together to share ideas and tips and the latest tricks up their sleeves to those new and veteran alike. The sounds of someone stepping into the unknown and discovering a part of themselves that they never knew could make them feel so free. The sounds of friends sitting together and admiring the view of tantalizing fantasies come to life before their eyes. The sounds of friends discovering what acceptance feels like down to even the darkest, sweetest, most sinfully delicious needs.

The sounds of bonds forming, deepening, and combining into a community vibrant and brilliant even in the inviting darkness of dungeons and clubs and homes where that very darkness holds space for our deepest, most secret (or perhaps not so secret) wishes.

The sounds that have gone still, that now only echo in memory while we wait. The sounds of communities trying to come together to save their spaces of freedom, of passion, of connection, of home.

The sounds of a home away from home, with all of its buzzing conversations and invigorating implement upon skin and bodies meeting bodies with a hunger and whispers that you cannot hear but that still fills the air with something potent.

The sounds that have become what feels like a distant memory or a dream you didn’t want to wake up from and just stay in its embrace.

The sounds, both erotic and exotic yet casual and silly, all something intimate in the way it has forged bonds.

These are the sounds I find myself missing most as the year of hellish fires, both literal and figurative, begins to come to a close.

Just as they once were merely a dream that I discovered could be real, I hope they can move beyond just memories in a dream and back to what became my normal, my friends, my community, my family.

But for now, I’ll hang on to those sweet sounds and keep helping others hold on until we can hug and laugh and chat and, yes, even feel pleasure together once more.

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Crossposted under my Fet handle today 12/19/20

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