In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

I Don't Give Any Heart-Shaped Fucks

Valentine's Day.

~eye roll~

I've yet to spend one in any kind of romantic bliss let alone some hot, sexual, decadent bliss.

Today is no different.

My lips won't be taken by a Man who Owns my soul.
My ears won't hear "I fucking love you, you bitch," whispered in breathless need.
My neck won't be feast on by a lustful Beast.
My breasts won't be molded with fierce greedy Hands.
My nipples won't beg a hungry lover to be sucked
My back won't arch closer to Him in ecstasy as His nails drag frantically down my spine.
My ass won't be bruised from His demanding attention.
My hands won't clutch His as He drives my passion toward our precipice.
My legs won't spread to welcome His weight and heat.
My pussy won't weep for His fullness to drive into it.
My mouth won't wrap around His pulsing dick, pleading for mercy as I suck His soul.

That is simply not my fate, and I've loooooong ago accepted this fact.

And it's okay.

Because for me...this is just another Thursday, and as I wind down the week, I can't find it in me to give any heart-shape fucks about the force of nature no one has ever tapped into to commemorate a pretend holiday in the middle of winter.

Hmmm...is that a seed of cynicism?  Or just a practical bitch who understand tomorrow is Friday, and my ass still needs to work in the morning?  LOL

Maybe a little of both.
~DominaKat

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