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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

Calm Cool Delivery of Pain

We'd barely said more than hello, but His dick had brushed the back of my hand in the elevator and was rock hard and hungry. If we'd been alone for more than one floor it may have been in my mouth. It had been nearly two weeks since we'd seen each other and three since we'd been alone. The door shut easily, and instantly His mood subtly shifted. In less than thirty seconds the flogger was in His hand. "Get on the bed on all fours, and don't move," he said simply. His tone - so practical and neutral - gave little warning about what might come, but His intent was sharp and focused. At the moment I was His single desire, and I had His complete attention. My brows lifted in curiosity, and with no questions I obeyed. Knees together. My ankles tight at the fall of the bed. My palms pressing into the soft silky texture of my grey top throw. I waited without any expectation. At some point - I don't know when, though I understand why - I gave up anticipating H

Passion, Pain, and Pride

No,  I won't. I will not chase the wind in vain. The wind must come, seek, and embrace me.  And I will gratefully accept and submit to His force of nature. We disagreed on tactic, yet He couldn't deny what my logic had determined the outcome was likely to be. He looked at me. Truly looked at me. A rare pause. Not clouded with lust or desire. He saw what had been there since the moment we'd met. "You're a proud woman." I didn't know how to respond. I've had more than a week to consider His observation. I can not deny that truth.  I am proud.  I doubt He'd want me if I wasn't. He desired a proud lioness not a quivering timid lamb.  I warned Him as I have everyone before...I am...complicated. Yet...oh so very simple as well. I know. More than ever. The wealth I have to give. My fierce passion. My sweet pain. My unselfish love. My utter devotion. I will not waste myself on careless, short-sighted fools

That Urge to Lean Into Him

You know that unconscious lean you make when you're ready to take a step forward? I feel that in my soul.  That lean toward Him.  The desire to take that next step. I'm happy tonight.  Enthusiastic almost.  A good productive day topped with a great evening of kinship and laughter.  The urge to share that with Him is palpable, and I smile.  Ahhhh...such a tell.  That distinct tug of that emotional submission. I share my_self with very, very few.  It is the way I am wired, what I have learned to expect, and a method of self-defense.  I may be in long conversations or intricately involved with those I serve or love dear, but in truth...little of the dialog revolves around me...my...self.  Very, very little.  I listen.  I give information, advice, feedback, points of view, ideas to consider, safe harbor.  I do my best not to bore anyone - let alone a Man - with the miniscule details of my life.  I rarely ramble about my day to others as for the most part...it's irrelevant t

Vicious Wild Things

I obeyed, but I didn't submit. I swallowed His pain, but I didn't surrender. I took His dick, but I didn't hide my own strength and power. On my knees at the edge of the bed, my ass and pussy His to claim once again. After His most vicious flogging yet, which morphed me into a black hole of spinning bliss until each lash radiated that sweet painless joy that only a masochist can embrace, He seized hold of my hips and sank into me. Again and again He drove deeper, harder, crueler.  Fuck yes.  That's what I wanted.  What I needed.  I didn't want mercy or sweet words. I needed His fierce greedy demand for what was His. My starved cunt sucked and fisted Him. I came on His dick more times than I can remember.  "Come for me." Echoed off the walls.  Face down as my fists clenched the blanket, I gladly took what He forced through my tender folds into my desperate hungry pussy. He fed His lioness what she desired most.  The crudest most elemental offeri

Sliced Open...Lick My Sins

It's rare that I have the bandwidth to write any more, let alone post a finished piece.  It's rarer still that I'm inspired not to give a fuck and simply write to slice myself open unapologetically and spill out the truth of the moment. I'm still learning.  I'm still trying to understand Him.  I know I like that mood He gets in when He believes I might be a handful.  He's harder then.  He's colder then.  He's more precise and demanding.  He's more committed to hurting me then.  And my masochists licks up that pain like a kitten to cream. I am not the same submissive, masochist, s-whatever I once was.  The layers are more separated.  The pieces of me more demanding with sharper borders that don't HAVE to co-exist.  In between each lies the soul of a lioness waiting, watching, wondering. He hurt me. I found a sliver of peace. He fucked me. I found pleasure. I sucked Him. And I sucked Him. I found a whore's reward. His different mo