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.....and I shall smile as I lick my tears off your cock, for there is where they came from.....
8/9/12
7/22/12
7/16/12
.last night.
Hands bound to my body, like a mummy in rope. The only thing not covered was chest and 3 fuck holes. Suspended. Unable to see you.. I could hear you. I heard the steps you took, but the echo in the room tricked my senses, I didn't know where you were. I could hear the switch and the buzz of the wand, but I couldn't tell how close it was. Until all of a sudden I felt you touch me.
That = fucking amazing!!
That = fucking amazing!!
7/15/12
.apples and oranges.
If you wanted apples, you should have asked for apples. You came at me saying you wanted oranges. Half way through you changed your mind to grapes. When you were no longer able to eat the fruit requested we agreed to sever the deliveries. Then you said I had given you rotten fruit. You had no problem eating the fruit I delivered and loving every last savory bite when it was there for the eating. The issue isn't that the fruit was bad, it is that you pretended to want something you didn't simply because you thought it was the better way to get me.
Now you're complaining that I didn't deliver oranges.
The point is if you want fucking oranges, ask for fucking oranges! Don't pretend you want something else and take it out on the delivery sub when you get what you asked for instead of what you fucking wanted.
Fool.
Now you're complaining that I didn't deliver oranges.
The point is if you want fucking oranges, ask for fucking oranges! Don't pretend you want something else and take it out on the delivery sub when you get what you asked for instead of what you fucking wanted.
Fool.
7/10/12
.don't touch.
Sir told me I wasn't allowed to touch myself all day yesterday. The psychological effect this has on a person is uncanny. When you're told you can't have something, you always want it more! I struggled all day trying not to think about it. When evening came around I was further tortured with edging of my nipples. For those who don't know this about me: my nipples are insanely sensitive. Having someone flick them ever so gently can render me completely helpless. Yes, I have achieved orgasm simply from nipple play. Yes, I am a freak.
When you're that worked up anything can set you off. I lay naked under my sheets and the slightest touch of the fabric against my skin had me squirming, writhing, begging. I'm learning a lot from Sir. I'm feeling things I didn't even know existed! He's enjoying watching this of course. What D wouldn't enjoy such control, such power? He says he does everything for a reason. My sensitivity is heightened, every touch will be orgasmic.. when I am finally touched tonight.. my reward will be how much more I will feel tonight!
I'm very, very hungry!
When you're that worked up anything can set you off. I lay naked under my sheets and the slightest touch of the fabric against my skin had me squirming, writhing, begging. I'm learning a lot from Sir. I'm feeling things I didn't even know existed! He's enjoying watching this of course. What D wouldn't enjoy such control, such power? He says he does everything for a reason. My sensitivity is heightened, every touch will be orgasmic.. when I am finally touched tonight.. my reward will be how much more I will feel tonight!
I'm very, very hungry!
7/8/12
.entitlement.
I find it interesting that there are people out there who, upon hearing I sub, think that they can immediately give me orders. It's amusing, this sense of entitlement. My last D and I were together for some time before I submit to him. This isn't because I needed any convincing, training, or time to lower inhibitions. Inhibitions are definitely not an issue with me. I am a natural, no training was needed. Natural doesn't mean experienced, there is a difference. For example, I don't know all the lingo. But words are not what makes one a good submissive. I'm eager to please, love being commanded, I'm very obedient. I submit willingly and I'm very honest. It took time to build a bond, to get to know each other, to feel comfortable. he wasn't sure how far he could go or what I would allow him to do, how much I could take, until we got to know these things. The both of us. These things take time.
Hearing I submit doesn't give you the right to command me. You have to ask someone if they want to submit to you before you just give them an order. Lets be painfully honest here guys: "Show me your boobs" is a clear indication that you've no clue how to be a Dom or even a fucking man. Go hang out with Tommy Lee and his pathetic titty cam exploiting women and being a a goof, I'll stick with a real man who knows how to treat a woman. (Yes, I JUST said that. Great drummer, fine, but as a person he's a load that should have been swallowed.)
I see some even going as far as saying it's the sub who has to earn the right to be commanded. This makes me laugh. If that is how you feel, you'll never have the honor or commanding me.You want someone to do your bidding, you earn their trust. Not the other way around. You're not above that person in stature or life, you're equals. You only command them at their will. Trust is given not taken.
The person I've chosen to call Sir conversed with me first about playing. He asked me a lot of questions, I asked him a lot of questions, we set the rules and only then did he ask me if I wanted to play. He never assumed the right to that.
As mentioned I'm no expert but I know what I want and what I don't. If you're of the mind frame that a person should feel lucky to have you command them, give them a reason to feel that way. Equally, you should feel lucky to have the right to command them. You should feel honored that they would kneel for you, that they want to please you, and that they would give you that power over them. You want respect, give it. You want a sub to worship you, worship them. If you can't understand how this works, keep walking. You're definitely not the one to tame me.
Just because I sub doesn't mean I will for you. My self is very much my own, no one owns that, not even if he owns the title Sir.
And no.. I will not show you my boobs.
Hearing I submit doesn't give you the right to command me. You have to ask someone if they want to submit to you before you just give them an order. Lets be painfully honest here guys: "Show me your boobs" is a clear indication that you've no clue how to be a Dom or even a fucking man. Go hang out with Tommy Lee and his pathetic titty cam exploiting women and being a a goof, I'll stick with a real man who knows how to treat a woman. (Yes, I JUST said that. Great drummer, fine, but as a person he's a load that should have been swallowed.)
I see some even going as far as saying it's the sub who has to earn the right to be commanded. This makes me laugh. If that is how you feel, you'll never have the honor or commanding me.You want someone to do your bidding, you earn their trust. Not the other way around. You're not above that person in stature or life, you're equals. You only command them at their will. Trust is given not taken.
The person I've chosen to call Sir conversed with me first about playing. He asked me a lot of questions, I asked him a lot of questions, we set the rules and only then did he ask me if I wanted to play. He never assumed the right to that.
As mentioned I'm no expert but I know what I want and what I don't. If you're of the mind frame that a person should feel lucky to have you command them, give them a reason to feel that way. Equally, you should feel lucky to have the right to command them. You should feel honored that they would kneel for you, that they want to please you, and that they would give you that power over them. You want respect, give it. You want a sub to worship you, worship them. If you can't understand how this works, keep walking. You're definitely not the one to tame me.
Just because I sub doesn't mean I will for you. My self is very much my own, no one owns that, not even if he owns the title Sir.
And no.. I will not show you my boobs.
7/7/12
.accommodations.
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.guilt.
The worst offenders are those who believe they've committed no crime.
Its isn't the fault of the bleeding back that there is blood on your hands.
These types always blame their victim for fighting back.
They play the victim themselves. Don't fall for it.
They play the victim themselves. Don't fall for it.
Always stand up for yourself.
Always.
Always.
7/5/12
7/3/12
.wrong equation.
We both wanted fun without love. We both failed to maintain that. The bond we built was too amazing to not fall. They say it isn't the fall that will hurt you, it's the sudden stop. How true that is. Falling in love was easy, natural, organic. Being in love was a lot of effort in an uphill battle. But it was uphill! How were we to know the other side was a drop off to flat miles below? Would we have done it anyway?
I don't regret all the fun I had with you. I don't regret the bond we shared.
I regret falling in love with you.
I don't regret all the fun I had with you. I don't regret the bond we shared.
I regret falling in love with you.
7/1/12
.broken.
The bond was broken by the time I got to it. There wasn't much left to ruin. All I did was solidify the deal. I took the knife you placed in my back and I returned the favor.With that, we've cremated this bond we killed.
Flames to ash, ashes to dust, Bury the bond, destroy the trust, my love, my lust, trespasses unjust. I reciprocated the knife you thrust.
Flames to ash, ashes to dust, Bury the bond, destroy the trust, my love, my lust, trespasses unjust. I reciprocated the knife you thrust.
6/29/12
.of Gods and submission.
Thor vs Loki
Thor is very pretty and his virtues are very endearing. I am a very confident and dominant woman in nearly every aspect of my life, my only weakness being my child. I would destroy universes for her well being and crumble anyone or thing that gets in my path.. or die trying. It would be a battle of epic proportions. Thor, the mighty, the humble, the ridiculously fucking delicious.. in me he would likely see the confidence as attractive and his character would probably worship mine. I would certainly enjoy playing with him! In fact, if Thor (only when played by Chris Hemsworth, of course) were at my disposal, I would do things to that boy that most women are far too afraid to even fantasize about.. his mother may cry...
But Loki.. Loki is of a different breed. He isn't pretty. I am drawn to the darkness and crave a firm hand that will command me. He would look at me and my resolve would vanish, I'd be at his feet kneeling, head down, waiting for the opportunity to please him. His darkness, his manipulation, his drive for dominance and power.. I would not stand a chance against it. I have an affinity for that..
I am astute, I know the darkness holds tremendous pain for the price of my pleasure. Regardless, I am defenseless against the power of that darkness and when it calls I come running, willingly... submission.
Thor is gorgeous, but Loki would have me on my knees.
Thor is very pretty and his virtues are very endearing. I am a very confident and dominant woman in nearly every aspect of my life, my only weakness being my child. I would destroy universes for her well being and crumble anyone or thing that gets in my path.. or die trying. It would be a battle of epic proportions. Thor, the mighty, the humble, the ridiculously fucking delicious.. in me he would likely see the confidence as attractive and his character would probably worship mine. I would certainly enjoy playing with him! In fact, if Thor (only when played by Chris Hemsworth, of course) were at my disposal, I would do things to that boy that most women are far too afraid to even fantasize about.. his mother may cry...
But Loki.. Loki is of a different breed. He isn't pretty. I am drawn to the darkness and crave a firm hand that will command me. He would look at me and my resolve would vanish, I'd be at his feet kneeling, head down, waiting for the opportunity to please him. His darkness, his manipulation, his drive for dominance and power.. I would not stand a chance against it. I have an affinity for that..
I am astute, I know the darkness holds tremendous pain for the price of my pleasure. Regardless, I am defenseless against the power of that darkness and when it calls I come running, willingly... submission.
6/28/12
.you.
4 am was the time on the clock when the alarm rang. I set it that early so I could unlock the door for when you came over. I'd go back to sleep of course, but the door would almost always wake me no matter how quiet you were. I lived for those days, they made the week worth while. Our "breakfast in bed" weekly regiment. I even changed my schedule so we could have more time together. You would immediately get naked and crawl into bed with me. No time was wasted in touching each other as much as possible, kissing, sucking, licking, fucking, drenching my bed with the orgasms you were so adept at giving me. It became an on switch, you'd stick your finger in my pussy and the gushing was instant. I miss your fingers. I still think you owe me a new mattress.
We'd always sit there naked after, my back against your chest, sipping coffee and talking, laughing. You'd stroke my nipples, driving me wild. You know how sensitive they are.. I could be brought to orgasm with the right nipple touching. These were the days before we stepped it up, before I knelt before you and said "Yes Sir" and turned our meetings into the after shower and asspresso.
The days after those are equally cherished. How you came into the door, immediately wrapped your arms around me, kissed me deeply, passionately, then immediately took a fist full of hair, pressed me up against the wall by my throat.. finding the gush switch and torturing me with orgasms before commanding me to my knees and forcing your cock down my throat.
Those were the days.
I miss them.
I miss you. So do my holes.
We'd always sit there naked after, my back against your chest, sipping coffee and talking, laughing. You'd stroke my nipples, driving me wild. You know how sensitive they are.. I could be brought to orgasm with the right nipple touching. These were the days before we stepped it up, before I knelt before you and said "Yes Sir" and turned our meetings into the after shower and asspresso.
The days after those are equally cherished. How you came into the door, immediately wrapped your arms around me, kissed me deeply, passionately, then immediately took a fist full of hair, pressed me up against the wall by my throat.. finding the gush switch and torturing me with orgasms before commanding me to my knees and forcing your cock down my throat.
Those were the days.
I miss them.
I miss you. So do my holes.
6/25/12
.look.
I'm a good girl.
6/22/12
.remember.
Can you still taste me on your lips, on your finger tips? Do you remember how I tightened as the fluid rushed out over your hand, down your arm, soaking the bed? Am I still in your head?
Does your cock still feel the squeezing of my pussy, the convulsions of orgasm as I sat on you?
Do you remember throwing your head back, skin red, neck strained as you screamed your own orgasm?
I do.
I know you do too.
Does your cock still feel the squeezing of my pussy, the convulsions of orgasm as I sat on you?
Do you remember throwing your head back, skin red, neck strained as you screamed your own orgasm?
I do.
I know you do too.
.memory theft.
(This was originally written June 7 but I forgot to publish)
Chiseled perfection was the mask he wore. The face beneath smiled many times from my dimly lit chambers. He came to my bed when he needed to be himself. I let him inside, my room, my self, my holes. A passionate affair we had. A roller coaster with many ups and downs. His inner child is an angry one, flailing to get his way, pouting and lashing out when he doesn't. I never asked for change. I only asked to be given what I gave: Honesty. Respect. An outlet for the darkness within.
We were exactly what the other needed exactly when it was needed. In hard times he came to me. We built on what was thought to be a strong foundation. Evidence lies around in the ruins. We agreed the end had come, the time to move on was now. He no longer wanted me and I not longer wanted to be collecting dust. It was only fair to both of us that we leave our labor, carry on. We agreed that we both deserved to cherish what we had enjoyed together.
I walked away mourning the loss of something I thought I could always look back at and smile, but feeling good about the decision to end something so wonderful before it became something negative.
Then he tore down the foundation, the building crumbled down. He spat venom, aiming to wound, hoping to cripple. I could ask why but I will never have the answer. If got an honest one, would it make a difference? The shattered remains would remain shattered.
Where once the words flowed freely of happiness, how I made him smile, how we had something wonderful..and how he would never lose that for me no matter what happened.. now words of ridicule and disgust and exponential hate are used as weapons, not a single shred of respect is what emanates. Unwarranted, unexpected, and undeserving.
Perhaps it is what is needed to move on? Perhaps I actually did bring it on myself and I just can't remember how? All speculation, nothing more can be offered. I may not believe that it meant nothing, I have evidence and memory of the contrary. Perhaps that is why there is the desire for vengeance, for hurt. Perhaps it is just his nature. Usually you are not cruel to the ones who gave you pleasure, who were kind to you. I know I've left a lasting mark and maybe that is why he does this. He wants to leave a mark as well.
If only he knew that he already had left his mark in a positive way, these activities would not be necessary. I made sure to show my appreciation, always. In fact, everything he craved that he felt he could not get in life, he came to me for and I gave them willingly.
If I could not have him, I wanted to have his memory. That was all I asked. Do I let him take that away? Is it worth keeping now? If I keep the memory anyway is that a win or a loss?
I don't want to be angry it ended.. I want to be happy it happened. That was never his to take away.
Chiseled perfection was the mask he wore. The face beneath smiled many times from my dimly lit chambers. He came to my bed when he needed to be himself. I let him inside, my room, my self, my holes. A passionate affair we had. A roller coaster with many ups and downs. His inner child is an angry one, flailing to get his way, pouting and lashing out when he doesn't. I never asked for change. I only asked to be given what I gave: Honesty. Respect. An outlet for the darkness within.
We were exactly what the other needed exactly when it was needed. In hard times he came to me. We built on what was thought to be a strong foundation. Evidence lies around in the ruins. We agreed the end had come, the time to move on was now. He no longer wanted me and I not longer wanted to be collecting dust. It was only fair to both of us that we leave our labor, carry on. We agreed that we both deserved to cherish what we had enjoyed together.
I walked away mourning the loss of something I thought I could always look back at and smile, but feeling good about the decision to end something so wonderful before it became something negative.
Then he tore down the foundation, the building crumbled down. He spat venom, aiming to wound, hoping to cripple. I could ask why but I will never have the answer. If got an honest one, would it make a difference? The shattered remains would remain shattered.
Where once the words flowed freely of happiness, how I made him smile, how we had something wonderful..and how he would never lose that for me no matter what happened.. now words of ridicule and disgust and exponential hate are used as weapons, not a single shred of respect is what emanates. Unwarranted, unexpected, and undeserving.
Perhaps it is what is needed to move on? Perhaps I actually did bring it on myself and I just can't remember how? All speculation, nothing more can be offered. I may not believe that it meant nothing, I have evidence and memory of the contrary. Perhaps that is why there is the desire for vengeance, for hurt. Perhaps it is just his nature. Usually you are not cruel to the ones who gave you pleasure, who were kind to you. I know I've left a lasting mark and maybe that is why he does this. He wants to leave a mark as well.
If only he knew that he already had left his mark in a positive way, these activities would not be necessary. I made sure to show my appreciation, always. In fact, everything he craved that he felt he could not get in life, he came to me for and I gave them willingly.
If I could not have him, I wanted to have his memory. That was all I asked. Do I let him take that away? Is it worth keeping now? If I keep the memory anyway is that a win or a loss?
I don't want to be angry it ended.. I want to be happy it happened. That was never his to take away.
6/21/12
.damn.
Damn you, why can't you get out of my mind? I cannot turn without something or someone reminding me of you. Even if you leave me alone, you still haven't left me. You still strangle my soul. What is it about you, that no matter how hurt I am I cannot shake you? It isn't like I don't want to move on, because Lord knows I do! Your hurtful words burned deeply into my heart.. why? Why did you have to ruin it? Why did you have to ruin me? And why did you suddenly stop caring?
Damn you!!
Damn you!!
6/18/12
.in the rough.
I decided to walk a different path this time. I chose the path that lead me to similar interests outside of the bedroom instead of just what kind of fucking is in common. What I discovered accidentally was similar interests in the bedroom as well! I like this path very much. Instead of sitting around waiting in the shadows I get to walk in the sun with someone at my side. Instead of being on a back burner until the right excuse is found to serve me, I'm the main dish.
The idea of exploring my submissive side further has me feeling good again! The fact I wasn't looking for it but instead stumbled upon it makes it all the more a gem in the rough.
It really feels nice to smile again.
The idea of exploring my submissive side further has me feeling good again! The fact I wasn't looking for it but instead stumbled upon it makes it all the more a gem in the rough.
It really feels nice to smile again.
6/12/12
.the study.
With a sweep of his arm he threw all the books off the table. We were in the study. He took his shirt off and ordered me over to him. I obeyed. He smiled and grabbed my throat, forcing me down onto the cold, hard cherry wood surface. He tore my blouse open and tore at my bra, exposing my breasts. He began licking, sucking, and pinching my nipples. I have a weakness for nipple play. He continued to hold my throat, pressing me down motionless on the table with his left hand. He slid his right hand down from my nipple, down my ribs and belly and placed it on my pelvis. The heat and pressure drove me wild. I wanted to badly to feel his fingers inside me. I was aching for it. He tortured me with teasing, running his fingers gently over my lips, tracing my wet little shape but never inserting a finger. He watched my face the entire time, smirking. I could see the delight in his eyes. The more he saw me suffer with desire, the more they lit up.
"please" I whispered. His smile grew but he ignored me.
"Please" I said louder.
"I can't hear you" he responded, smile widening.
"Please" I nearly yelled.
"What do you want?" He asked only to torture me more, as he placed the very tip of his index finger between my lips.
"I want you to put it in." I said.
"You want me to put what in?"
"Your finger!"
"Put my finger where? You aren't formulating proper sentences. If you want something you have to ask properly."
"Please put your fingers inside my pussy."
"I think you should try that again."
"Please put your fingers in my pussy, Sir."
"That's better." He slid one finger, then two, all the way in. He arched them and found my G Spot, rubbing with pressure until my knees went week, my body went limp and I felt my cum gushing and squirting. He kept rubbing resulting in splashes over my belly, chest, even my face. He refused to stop, making me cum over and over again until I was too weak to make a sound. I lay there feeling little convulsions from my uterus to my toes.
After a very short minute he grabbed my hair and pulled me off the table placing me on my knees. He took his cock out.
"Open" he ordered.
I obeyed.
He held my hair in his fist, combining hip thrusts with head movement, pulling me on and off of his cock. I could feel the air flow block each time he hit the back of my throat. I choked back gags causing tears and mascara to stream down my cheeks. He kept fucking my face, speeding up a little now. I felt his cock pulsate, his breathing hasten, subtle moans turning into groans, and then the warmth of his cum shot down my throat.
He gently cupped my chin. "Good girl" he said as he slapped my cheek gently. "Take the rest of your clothes off, I'm not done with you.
"please" I whispered. His smile grew but he ignored me.
"Please" I said louder.
"I can't hear you" he responded, smile widening.
"Please" I nearly yelled.
"What do you want?" He asked only to torture me more, as he placed the very tip of his index finger between my lips.
"I want you to put it in." I said.
"You want me to put what in?"
"Your finger!"
"Put my finger where? You aren't formulating proper sentences. If you want something you have to ask properly."
"Please put your fingers inside my pussy."
"I think you should try that again."
"Please put your fingers in my pussy, Sir."
"That's better." He slid one finger, then two, all the way in. He arched them and found my G Spot, rubbing with pressure until my knees went week, my body went limp and I felt my cum gushing and squirting. He kept rubbing resulting in splashes over my belly, chest, even my face. He refused to stop, making me cum over and over again until I was too weak to make a sound. I lay there feeling little convulsions from my uterus to my toes.
After a very short minute he grabbed my hair and pulled me off the table placing me on my knees. He took his cock out.
"Open" he ordered.
I obeyed.
He held my hair in his fist, combining hip thrusts with head movement, pulling me on and off of his cock. I could feel the air flow block each time he hit the back of my throat. I choked back gags causing tears and mascara to stream down my cheeks. He kept fucking my face, speeding up a little now. I felt his cock pulsate, his breathing hasten, subtle moans turning into groans, and then the warmth of his cum shot down my throat.
...
You thought you could be hateful and cruel and I'd just sit by and take it. You thought you had some right to be thoughtless and heartless all on your own, like the rules didn't apply to you. You broke them freely, you committed many offense, then chastised and berated when I ceased to play your game. Everything you tried to pin on me you were equally or solely guilty of. A mirror would serve you well when pointing your fingers and frothing at the mouth. What has upset you the most? That I didn't let you get away with it, that I pushed back and fought fire with fire? Or that I moved on with my life? You made your own mess. I am moving on happily, enjoying the light on my face and the company of people who aren't selfish, hallow and wallowing in their own pit of despair, hating the world for the courage they lack, people who don't flail wildly spewing daggers and play the victim of their own actions.
You used to mean something. You still do, but it's disgusting now.
You tried to hurt me too many times. If that is how you want it, you aim your gun, I will too. You hit me where it hurts, I'll do the same. Enjoy hating all the things you loved about me.. all the things you can't have or be.
(originally written June 7)
6/6/12
.confession.
I never wanted more from you than what you could give me. Could and would are not synonymous. My confession now is this: I never wanted your everything, I only ever wanted to BE your everything. Where once there were words to lift me up, now there are no words at all.
6/5/12
.fuck me or fuck you.
Don't waste my time, I've got very little of it to spare for foolishness. I want to feel your hands around my throat. You can't be shy to squeeze, I've very little interest in tenderness with you. Throw me down, tie me up. Shut me up with your cock. Don't pull out until you've gagged me repeatedly. I like a little slap in the face while you tell me I'm a good girl. Direct me by my hair, bend me over, toss me down. Make me kiss my ankles while you fuck my pussy like a jackhammer. Lift me head up so you can see my face in the mirror as you stick your cock slowly in my ass. Watch my expression as you pass through the sphincter, deeper and deeper. Slap my white ass until it glows a hot pink.
If you don't do it right, I'll slap your face hard in hopes it will get through your thick skull: if you don't have what it takes to treat me like a rag doll, you're wasting my fucking time.
Make me your bitch, or else I will make you mine. I care not for bitches.. make your choice wisely.
If you don't do it right, I'll slap your face hard in hopes it will get through your thick skull: if you don't have what it takes to treat me like a rag doll, you're wasting my fucking time.
Make me your bitch, or else I will make you mine. I care not for bitches.. make your choice wisely.
6/4/12
.burn.
I put out the fire, I doused the flame. I've scattered the ashes and swept the cobblestone. But I still feel your burn.
6/3/12
.free.
My beast has been unleashed, set free. You may choose to feel fear or send a thank you note.
You should feel the fear..
You should feel the fear..
6/2/12
.Not a sad goodbye.
I'm not sad that its over. I'm happy it began. You came into my life at a time when I'd lost all hope. I was sickened at the thought of any form of relationship and had given up on men or the idea of satisfaction in general. But you showed up and I learned that it is possible. It can exist. You taught me that. I learned so much from you and I saw what you learned from me. Even in the bad times, there was so much to appreciate and learn. What we shared was something unlike anything else out there and you are exactly what I needed exactly when I needed you in my life. I take comfort in believing that I was undoubtedly the same to you. You cannot fake what we shared, not even the best thespians could do that.
You were the only man on this planet that lifted me to the clouds, and the only man on this planet that I gave myself to fully. I don't regret a thing. I will always be thankful for us, and I will always be thankful for you. Now I know what real love is, and now I know what I want it to be.This is all your fault. I will never lose the smile I have at the memory of what we shared.
I hope you know how sincere I am when I say this to you.
Thank you.
Sincerely.
You were the only man on this planet that lifted me to the clouds, and the only man on this planet that I gave myself to fully. I don't regret a thing. I will always be thankful for us, and I will always be thankful for you. Now I know what real love is, and now I know what I want it to be.This is all your fault. I will never lose the smile I have at the memory of what we shared.
I hope you know how sincere I am when I say this to you.
Thank you.
Sincerely.
6/1/12
.return policy.
If my moment of need is considered too costly, then you must not be the right bidder.
5/18/12
.stray.
If your lover goes to another for satisfaction of needs it is because you are not satisfying that need. This doesn't mean you are at fault. Often those needs aren't even communicated, so how are you to be expected to satisfy them? I'm not a firm believer that one person can satisfy all the needs of another. I am a firm believer in being presented with the option to at least try though. You never know, maybe that particular need can be met by your lover if given the opportunity. At least find out if your lover wants to try before running off. However, if you're not willing to try, your lover shouldn't be expected to just stop wanting that need met. It isn't any more fair for your lover to have to give up something than it is for you.
Love isn't a possession and your lover's purpose is not to amend your dissatisfaction with yourself. It's up to you to make yourself happy. It's up to your lover to try not to take away your happy. A lover is a companion, not a replacement for your self esteem or a solution to your issues. If there is honesty, trust, understanding, there is a healthy relationship. But don't expect to be everything to your lover and don't expect your lover to be your everything. You're only inviting heart ache if that is your expectation.
Trust your lover to make the right choices. If your lover is not an honest person, then trust that person to be who they are: dishonest, and make your own choice. It really is that simple.. if you only let it be.
Love isn't a possession and your lover's purpose is not to amend your dissatisfaction with yourself. It's up to you to make yourself happy. It's up to your lover to try not to take away your happy. A lover is a companion, not a replacement for your self esteem or a solution to your issues. If there is honesty, trust, understanding, there is a healthy relationship. But don't expect to be everything to your lover and don't expect your lover to be your everything. You're only inviting heart ache if that is your expectation.
Trust your lover to make the right choices. If your lover is not an honest person, then trust that person to be who they are: dishonest, and make your own choice. It really is that simple.. if you only let it be.
.?.
Its been far too long since you've controlled me. I need to be reminded. Everything feels different... I need that reminder.
If I don't feel your hands hold my throat against the wall, sliding up my inner things, into my wet pussy.. if I don't see that smirk on your face while you make my legs give out beneath me.. my hair in your fist directing me to the place of your choosing.. if I don't feel my cheeks against my ankles while you bend me over and treat me like pavement with a jackhammer.. if we're not slipping on the puddles of my cum on the floor... making the neighbours bitch.. if I don't taste your cum as it drips into my mouth from you painting my face with it..
If I don't feel you soon.. I don't know what I'll do!!
If I don't feel your hands hold my throat against the wall, sliding up my inner things, into my wet pussy.. if I don't see that smirk on your face while you make my legs give out beneath me.. my hair in your fist directing me to the place of your choosing.. if I don't feel my cheeks against my ankles while you bend me over and treat me like pavement with a jackhammer.. if we're not slipping on the puddles of my cum on the floor... making the neighbours bitch.. if I don't taste your cum as it drips into my mouth from you painting my face with it..
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5/10/12
.wait.
My thirst for this is not quenched. I need to feel the pressure. It has been far too long, I cannot take this waiting! What am I to do with a bare throat un-choked? All my holes are empty and my vibrating substitute isn't satisfying me. How much longer will I wait for satiation?
5/9/12
.rhythm.
Keep it steady. There is no need to change it up. If you want to make her cum, keep the pace, even the pressure, and let the orgasm happen. Changing direction stops the process. It isn't an ice cream cone, it's a clit. Lick it accordingly. Up and down in a steady rhythm will bring her to climax, but suddenly changing to a faster side to side snaps her out of it, like a derailed train. Sure you can get back on track.. until you're derailed again...
Stop fucking around down there and lick that clit like you mean it. You'll be rewarded by getting to fuck around down there...
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| Ladybird photos |
5/8/12
.numb.
I want my passion back. I want to feel the yearning again. I want to burn with desire. I miss wanting.. I feel numb and it scares me. I want to feel. Something. I want to feel.
5/1/12
4/30/12
.disdained.
You said your wife was waiting on you hand and foot, and expressed your disdain that it seemingly meant nothing to me. I couldn't find the words to tell you it does mean something. It means a whole lot of something. She gets to care for the man I care deeply for while I must hide in the shadows and pretend I don't exist. It means a lot.
4/29/12
.hurt.
As I lay with you there is nothing in the world that can bring me down. As I touch your face, your skin so smooth, your delicious lips at my fingertips, those eyes.. those eyes.
They pierce my soul. They are the bullet fired at close range, ripping through me as it enters, destroying everything in it's path before it exits leaving me in a state of disrepair. You've destroyed my resale value. Not that no one else would want me, but that no one else can drive me the way you do. You're the only one that I want. Have I been on your mind too? You hang on my every word. You have the ability to leave me breathless, feeling like I've been given a highway with no one on it. When will I see you again? I never know when or even if I will get to touch you once more. I quietly accept my position as the sweet makes the bitter very worth while.
But please lover, be careful with your words, for they too pierce far deeper than you may ever know. A single word can scorch like a branding iron with the proper delivery. You have displayed a great many skills. As talented you are at being a lover, you are equally skillful at the art of destruction. You've displayed adequately your ability to turn into a weapon when you are displeased and oft do not consider the entire picture; you do not always patient for clarity. I only ever want to please you, so please..don't ever want to hurt me.
My tolerance for pain ends at the physical kind. I willingly give you my everything. It means a great deal to me, so please take special care of it. And if you should find it doesn't meet your standards, return it in the state you first found it. Don't destroy it. Please.
Please.
They pierce my soul. They are the bullet fired at close range, ripping through me as it enters, destroying everything in it's path before it exits leaving me in a state of disrepair. You've destroyed my resale value. Not that no one else would want me, but that no one else can drive me the way you do. You're the only one that I want. Have I been on your mind too? You hang on my every word. You have the ability to leave me breathless, feeling like I've been given a highway with no one on it. When will I see you again? I never know when or even if I will get to touch you once more. I quietly accept my position as the sweet makes the bitter very worth while.
But please lover, be careful with your words, for they too pierce far deeper than you may ever know. A single word can scorch like a branding iron with the proper delivery. You have displayed a great many skills. As talented you are at being a lover, you are equally skillful at the art of destruction. You've displayed adequately your ability to turn into a weapon when you are displeased and oft do not consider the entire picture; you do not always patient for clarity. I only ever want to please you, so please..don't ever want to hurt me.
My tolerance for pain ends at the physical kind. I willingly give you my everything. It means a great deal to me, so please take special care of it. And if you should find it doesn't meet your standards, return it in the state you first found it. Don't destroy it. Please.
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| Photo credit: @YetUntamed |
.lingering.
How do you verbalize to someone that you're terrified to make a mistake? The misunderstanding was cleared up. The conversation allowed that person to understand that what they thought was someone being deliberately inconsiderate was very unintentional. The person was allowed to say sorry for their thoughtlessness and was forgiven. But prior to the chance for a defense, a punishment by retaliation in the form of hurtful words was delivered harsh and left a lingering sting still felt now. When the air was cleared for the one party's side, the other party was still hurt not only by not having been given the benefit of the doubt that they feel has been earned; but by the very painful blow delivered.
So, while this person treated guilty until proven innocent is no longer viewed as the criminal, the punisher still doesn't understand that they caused pain too.
If you punch someone because you thought they deserved it, then found out they didn't, would you not say sorry for the hit?There may still be a black eye and possible scars.
The hurt party remains hurt while the other party now feels better.
Tears are still flowing from this entire scenario.
But how do you verbalize that now the other party has said they feel better and moved on?
So, while this person treated guilty until proven innocent is no longer viewed as the criminal, the punisher still doesn't understand that they caused pain too.
If you punch someone because you thought they deserved it, then found out they didn't, would you not say sorry for the hit?There may still be a black eye and possible scars.
The hurt party remains hurt while the other party now feels better.
Tears are still flowing from this entire scenario.
But how do you verbalize that now the other party has said they feel better and moved on?
4/26/12
.the one.
He glides into my reality the way he glides into my dreams. My fantasies and my realities are one with him. Never before have I felt this bond, this complete trust. My desire to submit isn't in the submission itself, but in the trust that the person I give control to is worthy. For me to overlook everything else and accept him as is, this is how I know it's love. Love because I trust, love because I can be myself completely, without condition or constraint. Love because I do not need a filter. I need him. I don't love him because I need him, I need him because I love him. For the first time I feel a love that isn't possessive in return. I have no thoughts of placing conditions and the only restraints in this are the kinds placed on my limbs. The funny part is that restraints are not required, I would never fight him. Why would I try to stop something I want to happen?
Now I've found what I have been craving, nothing else will satisfy. I've no need to search, the thought that there could be another doesn't even exist in my mind. I am eternally at his disposal.
He controls me completely. But we both know I'm the one who holds the actual power.
Now I've found what I have been craving, nothing else will satisfy. I've no need to search, the thought that there could be another doesn't even exist in my mind. I am eternally at his disposal.
He controls me completely. But we both know I'm the one who holds the actual power.
4/24/12
4/21/12
.trigger.
Just as a song can trigger an emotion or a smell can trigger memories of home.. the thought of you triggers many things for me: When I close my eyes and remember your finger stroking my g spot until a flood of fluid gushes out, I can feel that spot tingle and I get wet. Your memory triggers a physical reaction.
.I love the way you.
You walk in the door and tell me I look beautiful
You wrap your big strong arms around me and passionately kiss me before you grab my throat and a fistful of my hair.
You order me to my knees against the wall so I can't back away while you test my gag reflex.
You tell me I'm a good girl when your cock slides down the back of my throat and I don't try to stop it.
You lift me up and direct me where you want, my hair as your reins.
You slap my ass to see how hard I can take it, then you reward me by making me squirt.
You fold me in half and fuck me so hard the neighbors must feel each thrust.
This game of pleasure for pain, pain as pleasure, reward for mettle .. this game is the only one I choose to play.
I love the way you do that.
You wrap your big strong arms around me and passionately kiss me before you grab my throat and a fistful of my hair.
You order me to my knees against the wall so I can't back away while you test my gag reflex.
You tell me I'm a good girl when your cock slides down the back of my throat and I don't try to stop it.
You lift me up and direct me where you want, my hair as your reins.
You slap my ass to see how hard I can take it, then you reward me by making me squirt.
You fold me in half and fuck me so hard the neighbors must feel each thrust.
This game of pleasure for pain, pain as pleasure, reward for mettle .. this game is the only one I choose to play.
I love the way you do that.
4/16/12
.the truth.
There comes a time in every person's life where they have to give up their foolish fantasies and accept reality. As difficult as it is, we cannot persevere while living in a dream. Life will catch up to you. It always does, in the end.
I may have fantasized about mad, exhilarating, throw me against the wall, peel me off the sheets, and mop me off the floor passion. Well that was nothing more than a fantasy. A silly girl dreaming of something unrealistic.
Except.. it happened.
It came true.
It came true.
4/14/12
.smile..I've got an agenda.
My goal is to make you hard, lose your composure, occupy your thoughts, steal your attention, fulfill your widest desires, wear your bruises and rope burns, swallow your pride (that is what we're calling it now) and leave you completely ruined and incapable of imagining you could ever have it this fucking good.
How am I doing so far?
How am I doing so far?
.as is.
I don't care for a conventional relationship. I don't want the burdens of having to check in, explain myself, argue over money and lose interest in sex... and the truth is, I don't want to see you everyday. Not because I don't like seeing you, but because the time apart not only gives us the space we need to be individuals, but the chance to miss each other. When I say that sometimes I think it would be cool to have more of you I mean longer fuck sessions, no other commitments and a chance to not have to hide everything.. we have a blast together, the friendship outside the sex is awesome too. It would be cool to just hang out. It would be fun to go out and do shit together. Let's face it, every human wants the chance to publicly bask in the jealousy of all those who don't have what we have... and we get on great. I like being your dirty little secret. I wonder what it would be like if I was just your dirty little, without the secret.
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| Rene Magritte "The Lovers" |
Don't for one minute let this thought fool you into thinking I'm asking for more. While I might say it would be cool if your situation were different I am fully aware that this whole thing came about in large part because of your situation and probably... definitely... wouldn't be what it is without it. Just because I say it would be cool to have more doesn't mean I actually want it. It's just a thought.
What we have is perfect, any changes, even the slightest, are all risks to that. I don't wish we were different. I just think about it from time to time, what fun it would be to be your arm candy instead of your dirty secret.
Mark my words: I love being your dirty secret! I'm happy just the way we are.
4/12/12
.look.
I'm going to keep my eyes on you the entire time I do this.
While I'm on my knees with your cock in my throat, I am going to look up at you.
While I am tied to the four corners of my bed, I'm going to look up at you.
While you use my hair as your handle, I'm going to look up at you.
When you bend me over and pound my ass, I'm going to look back at you.
With every bit of pleasure and pain, with every breath that escapes the throat grasps,
with every orgasm you put me through, I'm going to look into your eyes.
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| photo credit @YetUntamed |
While I'm on my knees with your cock in my throat, I am going to look up at you.
While I am tied to the four corners of my bed, I'm going to look up at you.
While you use my hair as your handle, I'm going to look up at you.
When you bend me over and pound my ass, I'm going to look back at you.
With every bit of pleasure and pain, with every breath that escapes the throat grasps,
with every orgasm you put me through, I'm going to look into your eyes.
.tease me.
The feeling of anticipation
The waiting
The desire
Your cock touching my lips.
Not inside yet..don't go in yet!
... just keep it there ...
I love the tease.
Damn I want you so bad.
The longer you wait to slide inside
the more intense the pleasure when I feel that first penetration.
The waiting
The desire
Your cock touching my lips.
Not inside yet..don't go in yet!
... just keep it there ...
I love the tease.
Damn I want you so bad.
The longer you wait to slide inside
the more intense the pleasure when I feel that first penetration.
4/7/12
A switch explained
My D asked a great question. Did I only dom because I hadn't met anyone until he who could properly dominate me. I had to think about that. It's true, I had yet to meet anyone who could pull it off. I've been disappointed with past experiences, but not with subs.. with people who claim to be the dom I desire and fall short. I fully enjoy making someone submit to me, torturing them with pleasure, pleasuring them with pain... having someone helpless and willing to do my bidding.. Often I found myself having to be the top cause my partner was just pathetic and didn't know what to do with me once they got me.
I have had fantasies about being on the other side for a long time. It started with curiosity. Seeing how elated the sub was had me wondering what it felt like. It took me a very long time to find someone capable of handling me, someone who gets it. I've no desire to submit to anyone else. That is how I know I'm a switch and not only a sub. The desire to dominate has no face with me.. it's just natural that I will tell you what to do and you'd better fucking do it. But my submissive side has a face. It's @Just_Dark. I only desire being under his control, no one else's. I don't fantasize about being tied up, I fantasize about being tied up by him. I don't dream of being spanked and ordered around.. I dream of being spanked and ordered around by him.
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| Photo credit: @YetUntamed |
So the answer lover is not that I was only a dom for lack of option.. it's that I am only a sub for discovery of you.
4/5/12
.unleash.
There is within us all a savage beast waiting to free itself. The beast lurks in the darkness, the shadows of your self. The longer you cage the beast, the less control you will have when it gets free. You have to acknowledge the beast. You have to accept it. You should even learn to love it. It's not really a monster. Your beast is the true you, your core, the being pushed into hiding by centuries of societal rules. We're not born clothed and obedient. We're born with the true desires of any living creature on this planet: Breathe. Feed. Procreate. Society told you to hide your flesh in shame, repress your carnal urges and ignore your natural instincts. Conform.
To let your beast run wild in today's world would certainly cause devastation to many, including yourself. But. To keep it caged all the time is inviting the inevitable explosion of any great force ignored until break point. You have to get to know it so you can control it. You can enjoy it. Let your beast out to play. It will get free eventually.
4/3/12
.purity.
I keep getting asked about D/S. As I'm a switch, I get requests to be dominated as well as requests to submit to me. The thing I've noticed about these requests is that none of you have a clue what it's about!
I'm never one to shy from honesty, and the truth is those who have asked to submit to me come across as nothing more than desperate and those asking to dominate me come across as nothing more than assholes with little man syndrome.
Dominating someone is about trust, not about being an abusive prick. Leave my blog if you mind my tongue.
If your interest is not based on both people's pleasure you're not cut out for this life style. To do it successfully, properly, there has to be a bond. There has to be trust. It isn't about treating someone like shit. The line between abusing someone and dominating them isn't fine, it's a fucking mile wide. The idea is to have someone submit to you willingly.You can take what you want anytime, but getting someone to give it to you willingly and eagerly, that is what it's about.
The power lies with the one submitting, not the one dominating. Every good Dom knows that. A good Sub does too. If there isn't a willing participant to dominate, what have you got?
This relationship can fill a lot of voids, but only if it's pure. I will let my Dom do anything he wants to me. Why? Because I trust him and I know his wants do not include anything that I'll be upset about. As a result, I'm even more willing to try new things and even like things I didn't before. Because I trust him.
I know how hard this is to come by, so I don't fault those who beg either one of us or offer themselves. I don't understand how you could just do that, just throw yourself at someone because of tweeted words on a screen.. but I can see the attraction for sure. It's pure, it's raw, and it's real. Honesty is always more attractive, and when you're true to yourself, you're much more appealing to those who will want you for you.. but come on here..
Down bitches, down mutts.. earn the trust and make a bond. Don't be tricky, sneaky, conniving or manipulative. It's nothing if it's not pure.
I'm never one to shy from honesty, and the truth is those who have asked to submit to me come across as nothing more than desperate and those asking to dominate me come across as nothing more than assholes with little man syndrome.
Dominating someone is about trust, not about being an abusive prick. Leave my blog if you mind my tongue.
If your interest is not based on both people's pleasure you're not cut out for this life style. To do it successfully, properly, there has to be a bond. There has to be trust. It isn't about treating someone like shit. The line between abusing someone and dominating them isn't fine, it's a fucking mile wide. The idea is to have someone submit to you willingly.You can take what you want anytime, but getting someone to give it to you willingly and eagerly, that is what it's about.
The power lies with the one submitting, not the one dominating. Every good Dom knows that. A good Sub does too. If there isn't a willing participant to dominate, what have you got?
This relationship can fill a lot of voids, but only if it's pure. I will let my Dom do anything he wants to me. Why? Because I trust him and I know his wants do not include anything that I'll be upset about. As a result, I'm even more willing to try new things and even like things I didn't before. Because I trust him.
I know how hard this is to come by, so I don't fault those who beg either one of us or offer themselves. I don't understand how you could just do that, just throw yourself at someone because of tweeted words on a screen.. but I can see the attraction for sure. It's pure, it's raw, and it's real. Honesty is always more attractive, and when you're true to yourself, you're much more appealing to those who will want you for you.. but come on here..
Down bitches, down mutts.. earn the trust and make a bond. Don't be tricky, sneaky, conniving or manipulative. It's nothing if it's not pure.
4/1/12
.carnal offerings.
The anticipation.. my face pressed into the pillow by the weight of my body, hands bound by rope behind my back, knees bent beneath me, spread.. ass up..I've no defense, and no shame. Blind folded and waiting to feel that first contact.. will it be your finger in my pussy? Your tongue on my clit? Will it be a pinch on my nipple, or will you slap my breast? I don't know what you'll do, the anticipation has me so excited.. you'd hear it if I could make a sound through this ball gag.. what will you do next? Will you lift me by my hair to reposition me or will you just stick your cock in my ass? In this position I willingly hand over my power to you, eagerly lying helpless, waiting to feel what ever penance or reward you will deliver. You might slap my ass so hard I'll feel it for an hour, or you might rub the right spot and make me squirt all over the bed.. pleasure or pain, they're both blissful in your control.
Nobody fucks me like you do.
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| Photo credit: @YetUntamed |
I want you to have your way with me, because I know your way is exactly what I've been searching for my whole life. When everyone else just wanted to take..some successful at the theft but none successful at the task, you asked first and showed me how it should be.
Nobody fucks me like you do.
3/30/12
.this isn't about you.
I just wanted for once to not have to dominate and control. I wanted a cock that would work instead of turn into a pussy when it matters. They all say they can do it but when it comes time to step up to the plate, they just don't have what it takes. They're too afraid to hurt me. They don't want to offend me. But more importantly, they are afraid of me.
Those who think they want to see my dark side have no idea what they are in for. With them I only opened the door a crack. That was enough to send them running, tail between their legs, whimpering in fear. Some were curious and wanted to see more, only to prove unworthy and incapable of handling the reality of it.
When you came along I didn't expect any different, until you grabbed me by the throat and took the kiss you wanted. You gave me a glimpse of what potential there was. Admittedly, the first couple of encounters didn't go as we'd hoped, but your mind.. that darkness.. I was drawn to it.
I've only opened the door part of the way for you but you walk in freely and set up camp, like it was always yours to take. So convincing are you that I questioned if it was.
This darkness isn't new to me. I've accepted it long ago. The adversities I've faced in life would have sent the strongest beings into a suicidal heap on the floor. But I've persisted. I've survived. I've made life my bitch. It is those adversities that made me who I am today. It is those adversities that drive me to succeed so that anything in my path is moved or destroyed. Accepting my darkness is the only thing that kept me sane. Had I chosen to fight it, I'd have been ruined. So yes, I embraced this long ago but... I never had the chance to fully explore it until you came along. Though your reasons may be different, we aren't. We see in each in the other.
We accuse the other of the very things we, ourselves, do.
Repeatedly, we forget what brought us together: this simplicity, this raw entity, this freedom.. Repeatedly we distrust, not so much each other, but this thing we have. Can something so simple truly exist? We've faced so much adversity, we've been wrong so many times, how can something so pure and raw be real? It can't be. There is no drama! There must be drama! Everything else has drama! This is too easy...
It's like we're expecting it to fail because everything else in life has let us down.. we can't accept that something can just... be.
Each time we question it, we break it. Each time we've broken it, we've left the door open even just a little..a single candle lit to guide us back together.
You come into my life like a storm and each time you leave it the trail of demise remains for me to clean up. I tried to close the door last time because the destruction was so intense. I tried to disappear , I went into hiding...but you still found me. I can't escape you. If I truly wanted to, I suppose I would. We're branded and bound by this desire, this darkness. Did we ever really leave?
Each time it gets broken, it makes it stronger.
I trust you. What I need to learn is to trust us.
I trust this.
And to think.. all I wanted was a cock that would work...
Those who think they want to see my dark side have no idea what they are in for. With them I only opened the door a crack. That was enough to send them running, tail between their legs, whimpering in fear. Some were curious and wanted to see more, only to prove unworthy and incapable of handling the reality of it.
When you came along I didn't expect any different, until you grabbed me by the throat and took the kiss you wanted. You gave me a glimpse of what potential there was. Admittedly, the first couple of encounters didn't go as we'd hoped, but your mind.. that darkness.. I was drawn to it.
I've only opened the door part of the way for you but you walk in freely and set up camp, like it was always yours to take. So convincing are you that I questioned if it was.
This darkness isn't new to me. I've accepted it long ago. The adversities I've faced in life would have sent the strongest beings into a suicidal heap on the floor. But I've persisted. I've survived. I've made life my bitch. It is those adversities that made me who I am today. It is those adversities that drive me to succeed so that anything in my path is moved or destroyed. Accepting my darkness is the only thing that kept me sane. Had I chosen to fight it, I'd have been ruined. So yes, I embraced this long ago but... I never had the chance to fully explore it until you came along. Though your reasons may be different, we aren't. We see in each in the other.
We accuse the other of the very things we, ourselves, do.
Repeatedly, we forget what brought us together: this simplicity, this raw entity, this freedom.. Repeatedly we distrust, not so much each other, but this thing we have. Can something so simple truly exist? We've faced so much adversity, we've been wrong so many times, how can something so pure and raw be real? It can't be. There is no drama! There must be drama! Everything else has drama! This is too easy...
It's like we're expecting it to fail because everything else in life has let us down.. we can't accept that something can just... be.
Each time we question it, we break it. Each time we've broken it, we've left the door open even just a little..a single candle lit to guide us back together.
You come into my life like a storm and each time you leave it the trail of demise remains for me to clean up. I tried to close the door last time because the destruction was so intense. I tried to disappear , I went into hiding...but you still found me. I can't escape you. If I truly wanted to, I suppose I would. We're branded and bound by this desire, this darkness. Did we ever really leave?
Each time it gets broken, it makes it stronger.
I trust you. What I need to learn is to trust us.
I trust this.
And to think.. all I wanted was a cock that would work...
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| Photo by Brown Sugar |
3/29/12
.limbo.
Death taunted you and made you view the world differently. You found your way to me. Death again has grazed your life, taking someone close to you as it passed by. I feel the world changing in your view again and I am fully aware this new scenery may exclude my presence. We've parted ways before and you found me again and asked me to let you back in. Now that I have, the thought of losing you again is pretty frightful to say the least.
.a beautiful brush stroke.
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| Painting by Geraldine Odette "LOVERS" |
.life.
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| Photo credit: unknown |
3/28/12
.possession.
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| Photo credit: @YetUntamed |
3/27/12
.desiré.
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| Photo Credit: @YetUntamed |
I want you. The very thought of you stirs my insides and sends my most private parts into turmoil. Not a moment passes where you haven't invaded my thoughts. You consume my fantasies. You've taken my desires hostage. I don't remember when I've felt more free than when you hold me captive. I find myself longing to please you, longing to fulfill your deepest sexual urges. I want to show you all the pleasures of the flesh and feed our dark, lascivious appetites. No inch left untasted, no cavity left unfucked. I want to give you my all and be your obsession, as you are mine. I want that every breath you take remind you of the sweet smell of our sex; that every sound you hear remind you of the most primal sounds of pleasure that escape my lips with each deep, hard thrust you give me. I want my every curve etched so deep in your brain that when you are old and gray and bordering dust in a box, you will still remember the feel of my silky skin pressed against your body... the feel of my fragile throat struggling for breath in the grasp of your strong hands...the feel of my warm, wet mouth as my tongue dances around the head of your penis.. the feel of my most tender parts convulsing with wet pleasure against your fingers.. the way my cavities form tightly around your cock.. the sight of the red hand print on my ass... the way my breasts look from underneath my body... I want you to remember, so that you will look back and those old bones of yours will still quiver at my memory.
I want you.
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