Rimbaud

My phone vibrated, causing it to buzz on the top of my bedside table.  I woke up in the dark, disoriented.  A single notification, so, not a phone call.   I squinted and looked for the alarm clock.  2:54 AM.  What in the world?  I reached for the phone. It was a text message from Miss Morrigan.  Well, not exactly "text."  Just a single little icon of an alarm clock. ...

"Good morning," the text from Miss Morrigan read. My heart leapt.  "Good morning, my Queen," I replied. "So, it's December," she messaged me. ...

"So, it will be Christmas soon," Ms. Morrigan said to me with a coy smile. "Yes, it will," I replied, with a grin.  I felt a little thrill, the one I get every time I contemplate the opportunity to treat or spoil her.   "So what do you want for Christmas?" "Well, I just updated my wishlist," she replied.  ...

When taking ownership, it's always good to make sure you get an owner's manual ...  Owner's Manual 2022 Rimbaud's Orgasm ...

Saturday night. It could have been just another Saturday night, watching college football and eating leftovers, and re-reading old texts from Ms. Morrigan. Instead, she had called me and invited to come over and amuse her for the evening.  And suddenly I was filled with that sense that anything was possible.  And, with Ms. Morrigan, anything was. ...