I’ve been very sick.  Mind swirling, fevered temperature, stumbling into the kitchen, craving tea and toast and honey.  Endless sleep, needing more.  A Dominant presence to keep me in bed through my bouts of determination to rise from the sheets, painfully absent.

Through the head-splitting headaches and misery, the focus of my disoriented thoughts settled upon how special we are, those of us who relish this D/s addiction.  How highly tuned we are, how unique and oddly gifted.  I’ve written recently about vanilla men, and in my sad state, as much as I craved a comforting hand on my brow, were it not from a dishy Dominant, thank you, but no thank you.

Strange Love.  Strange Highs and Strange Lows.