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JM Seaborn
@jmseaborn.bsky.social
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Writer of consensual D/s stories here and at @writteninkink. 44. Bald. Bearded. Tall. Grouchy.
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Last call for this. I know it's a little rough around the edges but I was pleased to get *something* down
Story: Her touch.

I don't know what I am missing.

I just know I feel damaged, lonely, afraid and unloved.

I feel undesired. I feel unsexy. I look at myself in the mirror and just see a hulking, depressive mess.

There is nothing there. I am absent. A punching bag for small men with small power.
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Anything by Glitch Mob
"Show Me How to Live" - Audioslave
"Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See" - Busta Rhymes
"Da Rockwilder" - Method Man/Redman
"Mind's Playing Tricks on Me" - Geto Boys
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I'm on a 90s/00s hip hop kick lately, featuring bonus mini dance breaks between sets 😂

Salt-N-Pepa - Shoop
Outkast - B.O.B.
Pras, ODB, Mya - Ghetto Supastar
Snow - Informer
K7 - Come Baby Come
Ludacris - Southern Hospitality
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Killing in the name of - Rage Against the Machine
Nuf Respect - Lady G
Orishas, Seeed - nearly everything
Nellie The Elephant - Toy Dolls
Valhalla Calling - Miracle of Sound
Some Turkish and Arabic songs
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Tremonti - ‘Nails’
Haken - ‘1985’
Good Terms - ‘Jump’ (belting Van Halen cover!)
Fire Red Empress - ‘Dead Nature’
Skunk Anansie - ‘Twisted (Everday Hurts)’

Smash it, JM! 💪🏼
Guys, drop your favourite running/work out tracks here 👇
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This. @girlonthenet.bsky.social hits the nail on the head and JM points out the excruciating exhilarating fact that telling a tale is creative architecture. The final line is load-bearing.

I’m not smirking at this analogy, ✨you✨ are.
Good morning. From last night
Story: Her touch.

I don't know what I am missing.

I just know I feel damaged, lonely, afraid and unloved.

I feel undesired. I feel unsexy. I look at myself in the mirror and just see a hulking, depressive mess.

There is nothing there. I am absent. A punching bag for small men with small power.
Look writing is just words and this has words, which means it counts as writing and I will fight you on this.
Story: Her touch.

I don't know what I am missing.

I just know I feel damaged, lonely, afraid and unloved.

I feel undesired. I feel unsexy. I look at myself in the mirror and just see a hulking, depressive mess.

There is nothing there. I am absent. A punching bag for small men with small power.
How many men wish they could touch her. How many men wish she would notice them. She doesn't have to be here.

But she is. With red marks on her arse and face, with bite marks on her thighs, and with cum in her cunt.

She transformed me.

From meek and mild, to Daddy.

Just with her touch.
Touch does what words can't. Touch is basic and addictive and comforting and thrilling.

Maybe I am not so broken. Maybe I am not so useless. Maybe I am not so weak.

Maybe they're wrong about me. Maybe I am wrong about me.

Look at this broken goddess trembling at my feet.
Wrap yourself around me like ivy. Remove any distance between our bodies. Make me lose myself. Hypnotise me. Brainwash me. Make me think I deserve this.

Your touch is a drug. It's an elixir.

Provoke me.

Come closer.

Touch me.
Run your tongue over my balls. Feather your fingers on my arsehole. Send your sigh over the shaft of my cock.

Let your hair fall over my tummy. Take me between your lips. Take me down your throat. Moan and gag and let tears polish your eyes as you look up at me.

Come closer. Much closer.

Touch
Touch my knee under the table. Press your tongue against mine. Rub your thigh against my crotch. Push your throat into my palm.

Brace your hand against my chest as your grind my cock through your cunt.

Closer. Come closer.

Touch me.
Christ. To be touched.

Lace your fingers into mine as we walk. Rest your head on my shoulder in the cinema. Sit on my lap. Breathe into my ear.

Let me taste your lips. Let me grip your hips.

Get closer. Come closer.

Touch me.
You can make jokes about my weight. I'll laugh. You can work me harder, push me further, and you can unironically share your performative comms on men's mental health and how it's ok to not be ok.

I'm old. Worn out. I won't fight.

But.

Her touch.
I'm not invisible. Maybe that would be worse.

But no, I am conspicuous. "Striking". Large and ungainly with a
huge bald head and and untamed red/grey beard. I move through the world trying to offend as little as possible. I learn my lines and I stand on my mark. I won't cause a fuss. It's ok.
Story: Her touch.

I don't know what I am missing.

I just know I feel damaged, lonely, afraid and unloved.

I feel undesired. I feel unsexy. I look at myself in the mirror and just see a hulking, depressive mess.

There is nothing there. I am absent. A punching bag for small men with small power.
You only come to see the Arsenal
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Don’t do yourself down, you’re a great secret agent! You always remember when to redact!
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I subscribed to Frolic Me recently, so will definitely check out the writing!
You know, I'm not a great writer, but I'm a better writer than I am a [redacted] & I hate being a [redacted] so much that pieces of me are dropping to the floor.

So if you could read these & read any books I write & listen to any audio I produce so I can be that instead of [redacted] that'd be 👌.
It's a JM Saeborn @jmseaborn.bsky.social erotic double bill over at FrolicMe today - Road Trip story and a very sexy audio... enjoy!
www.frolicme.com/erotic-autho...
Well that is extremely flattering