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The Edge of His Darkness

It’s 3am. I should be unconscious, earning another two or three face creases from sleeping soundly on His t-shirt, but in the shadows and silence and blessed fuckin stillness, I selfishly steal the time from my pile of obligations to travel back to our last night, our last morning, and just savor the memories.  Words, images, moments flicker through my mind.  Until I settle there.  That.  I hit replay and replay and replay. Fuck. What He did to me….   What I can’t even bring myself to fuckin type.  Even here. No one has dared.  Except Him.  Except Him.  Except Him. Looking back, I see clearly the presence I had felt.  It was there.  In the look carved on His face.  The edge of a Darkness that He holds tightly at bay had come to watch me.  Somehow... after so long... I had caught His interest again.   I met His gaze without fear, and His vicious response was absolute. There was no warning.   No preparing me to take what was to come.   He. Gave. Me. No. Choice.   And in the quiet deep o

Public Consumption

I have never played in a public club.  Yes...really. Reeeeally. REALLY!!! lol Trust me...that still missing piece of my journey wasn't due to my lack of desire. But moving on... I don’t even remember how that fact came up in our conversation. His immediate response completely overshadowed anything that came moments before.   Without hesitation He claimed that rite of passage for His Own.   Damn, I Iove how He absolutely seizes opportunity.   It wasn’t some “someday” bullshit either.   ~sigh~   The decision of when and where came in His next breath. Now that our visit is only days away, I'm contemplating... I am an exhibitionist.  No doubt.   But like everything else in kink-land, my depths have never been explored let alone exploited or tested.  No. There is no fear.  My eyes flash at a challenge.  My muscles clench in anticipation.  So much to discover, understand, fucking relish.  Even if I fail, I embrace pride and joy in the experience.   Yet as with al

What Will Be

Without hesitation, He sweeps aside every challenge with a clear decisiveness I've rarely seen, and my Lioness purrs. That Man knows what He wants. He wants me. I think it may have taken an hour - if that - for Him to decide. No bullshit.  No needless games.  No coward.  He laid it out unequivocally. I should say I was shocked or stunned or in awe, but I can't.  For reasons I can't explain only feel, instead all I can say is the rightness of Him and His decision simply settled into my bones. Yes. Him. This. I don't know if He knew or felt it, but that was my first act of submission.  My full acceptance that His decision was genuine.  There was no tug of doubt in my heart, mind, or body.  He wanted me. Yet, understanding the complications of life and the impulsiveness of desire, the grown woman in me held steady to see what would be. Would this beautiful Lion disappear into the night once He boarded His train? Would He run when He understood how complic

Intoxicated - Part I

Amid Grand Central's cavernous majesty and a sea of rush hour chaos I waited.  Tick. Tock.  I was early.  The butterflies of excitement I'd felt getting ready to leave work had settled.  I wondered if anyone noticed my now braless breasts under the v-neck dress I'd worn today at the office.  I didn't give a fuck.  It's New York.  Naked beneath my dress didn't even register on the city's crazy scale.  I wondered if He'd care.  If the fact that I offered Him such access to me would matter. So much still unknown but I was on this path.  To see what could be.  I refused to temper myself.  Fuck it.  Never again.  This is who I was for a Man who tempted my lioness to wake.  Tick.  Tock. There.  Him.  Smiles.  Hugs.  A chaste kiss.  No obvious heat.  The masks of our real lives and professional personas still firmly in place.  Chit chat.  Practicalities.  Nothing out of the ordinary...but there...that softness in me.  That something that just naturally shif

Free Once More

Quiet morning. A lazy stretch.  Muscles ache sweetly from the midnight run through moonlit shadows and darkness. My lioness reclines in the warmth of His sunshine. Those frozen walls that had for so long hidden my cage shattered by His demands. Shards of ice litter the ground and melt between my paws. The door of that brutal cage hangs open at my back. That which once held me prisoner destroyed with His strength and will. His taste still lingers on swollen lips. His scent infused with my own. His roars an echo through my hungry wicked soul. His searing touch a memory my hungry beast savors. A flick of my tail. A quiet purr. A lioness momentarily sated. At peace. I wait content under a new dawn. For a leash and a firm hand to lead me? Or a mate whose darkness matches mine And wants me to run freely by His side through the grasslands? Another lazy stretch. Another flick of my tail. Another purr. My beast is free once more. My hooded gaze watches the horizon