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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

Sunday Service

Come to church. Join me in our reverent blessings As your hands skim the curves of my soft heated flesh. Nuzzle your lips against my ripe nipples. And slide your firm fingers between the open gate of my thighs. Feel the serenity that awaits your pulsing hard dick. Our sacred ritual begins. Hands, lips, and tongues dance across wanton skin. A tangled testimony of need and desire. I kneel and lower my body in surrender. Across our plush alter of sheets and bedding. And raise my ass to offer you entrance to paradise. Sink into the warm sanctuary of my wet welcoming cunt. Our salvation nears with each thrust of your bulging head into my tight womb. Slick passage strokes the spiritual fires within us. The power of our passion. Raises us toward the sacred. And together we sing loud our hedonistic hymns.  Of thankful sighs. Rejoicing grunts. And groans of wicked homily. With reverent prayers. We cum together in convulsive bliss. A mutual hot baptism baths our spent bodies. We utter whispered

A Return from Service

April brought an overwhelming and instinctual call to service.  Not the romantic kind.  Nor the sexy or kinky kind.  The deep rooted Vanilla Family kind.  With a single phone call, my view of the short term future shifted dramatically.  I did my best to honor significant service commitments (UPRISE!) already in motion and paused everything else, especially those I had been considering.  My horizon line immediately became how best to navigate a family need within the constraints impacting the world at large.  I had to be there.  Everything else was a very distant second. I trust the Universe to guide my path and place me where I am supposed to be.  Even with a myriad of ever moving issues, never before has timing worked out so smoothly or precisely.  Once I gave up the worry and fight to wrestle down the logic of everything, I simply surrendered to the currents at hand, and my path was cleared almost effortlessly to get me where I needed to be when I needed to be there. Despite the seri