late at night, when the thunder roars its drumbeat, and the lightning crackles its light into my dark room, my submissive self wakes. It is a curious thing. There is no explaining it. My eyes close, and to the music of the weather, images materialize. The flogger tongues dance his hot hand slaps warm lips linger upon my neck…
They focus their attention on us. They hold us when we cry. They listen when we complain. They feed our souls, they nurture our dreams. They give us the freedom do be who we are. Lest we forget… Their hearts break. They see their skin crinkle. The feel the pain of loss. The frustration of failure….
had a day that made you feel as if you were traveling through The Twilight Zone? You were late – then early – even got the actual day wrong. Misunderstandings at every turn. You lost your keys, then found them exactly where you looked a few minutes earlier. So frustrating and exasperating you just want…
Posted by Romantic Dominant – my favorite blogger. Art by Fabian Perez She barely understands it. It is a desire to serve. A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled. A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning. She…
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