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In Tatters

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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
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Spontaneous Serendipity

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My Saturday did NOT go as I expected at ALL.  A whole lot of never ever coulda been planned spontaneous serendipity manifested that resulted in even MORE of DominaKat’s rules of order being broken and breaking open of multiple shoeboxes.   Fuck me...How the hell are these disorderly events becoming a THING?!?   ~whimper~  It was messy and beautiful and stomach lurching and thrilling and ended in a rituals of reverence that stole my breath away once again. The Universe is definitely demonstrating Her power and yes...some twisted Sadism. lol  As I watched Her simultaneously converge, in literally minutes and from multiple directions, various key stars in my sky, my vision may have swam.  I wasn’t fuckin prepared for any of it, which is also starting to feel like another damn theme in my life of late , but I trusted, gave in, and surrendered again to Her will.  What was meant to be was gonna be, regardless of my comfortability.  She has taken a very firm hand with me the last couple of mo
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The Seduction of Earth Energy

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It was around 7pm when I first felt its whispers.  From my spot—legs spread wide to stretch on the warm sand—a dark, earthy, slow-as-shit pulse began to seep into my cunt and lick my thighs, calves, and feet.  Within 30 minutes, the energy shift was tangible, from Coney Island's daytime chaos of fusion jazz with a thousand cymbal clashes and multiple keyboard lines to evening's more grounded, indigenous bass line of drums that teased and seduced my soul.  As folks departed the beach, the natural earth energy, no longer held down by the mass of humanity's emotion and need, rose like a tide to wash over me and snatch me down to its lair.   Stripped of emotions and encased in a cool comforting Peace, every part of me slowed down to a crawl.  After revving high for days...weeks...I purred at idled as the sun dropped behind the manufactured lights and gave way to the sharp glow of a New Moon...new beginnings. That was last night.   More than 16 hours later, this energy still has
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#NYCProblems | 07.21.23

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#NYCProblems | Yes...that was a big brand new bottle of ANAL LUBE that just fell out of my Purple-Passion-purchases-stuffed Tumi backpack and rolled down the fuckin 6 train only be stopped by the polite foot of a beautiful 30-ish 6' 5" black man with a nose ring. SMH...making memories on MTA, folks. 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂
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The Opportunity to Worship

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Mmmm...I DEEPLY appreciate and raise up a Man who sees an opportunity and seizes on it without hesitation or apology and leans in to deliberately make room, make time, make the fucking most of what is in front of Him. He didn't sit on the sidelines. He didn't have to find His balls. He didn't think on it for eons. He didn't waste fuckin time. ^^^ALL THAT is HOT as HELL.  My cunt drips just thinking/typing those words and acknowledging those truths.  Thoughtful action toward opportunity and vision seems to be sadly lacking in the world these days. He ordered a good ole fashioned dick worshipping and informed my other holes they had the night off.  I eagerly and gratefully did my very best to comply.   He took from and demanded of me every fuckin thing I craved and then some.  I didn't even have to ask for Round 2.  He simply stated that's what we was doing.  Honestly, I’m…shell-shocked.  First time in the 13+ years of doing WIITWD that any man has granted my int
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The Need to Worship

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Most days I handle business like a champ and get done what needs to get done if not more.  Then there are other days.  Today is/was one of those days.  The ONLY thing that consumes my mind is having THAT dick in my mouth.  Not for just a few minutes.  Naaaa...I want His dick in my mouth for fucking hours. I. Fucking. Crave... The sight of Him hard and ready, silently demanding I get to work like a good whore. That first sexy earthy taste of Him on my greedy tongue. The feel of that baby soft skin stretched tight over blood-flooded dick as it slides through my hungry lips. The intoxicating scent of Him as my nose presses up against His base while I try to breathe with the head of His dick jammed down my throat.  The sound...oh fuck yessss...those sloppy, messy, nasty sounds of suction and saliva when I release His head, the slurps of the excess spit drenching His meat, of gags and coughs after He grabs a fist of my hair and holds himself against the back of my throat for way longer than
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Writer's Tears & a Bronx Fire Escape

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2am.  Top space has me tightly in its fist.  Sisterhood bonded.  Energy shared.  Knowledge imparted.  Friendship built.  The truths we reveal sippin Writer's Tears in the cool breeze on a Bronx fire escape and over platefuls of piping hot empanadas leave us nowhere to hide. Leather Living explained...the sex...the pain.  A different level of it all.  Messy.  Hot and sweaty.  Piss.  Even shit.  Real.  Raw passion ripped from flesh and spirit without filter.  Tears licked.  We leatherfolk wallow in the grit and purity of our religion because there...we find our truest selves. The floor...fuck yes that mother fuckin floor.  Where there is no pride or ego.  Where we let go.  Where we are stripped bare of everything... Except our fucking surrender.  To the Universe.  To one another.  To ourselves.  To the One who in that moment holds our pain, our minds, our hearts, our bodies, our very fucking souls. The floor is where serenity and peace finally find us. Amazing fucking night.   ~Domin
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In the Deep

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3am writing...forgive any needed edits.  The call outweighed basic protocols.   "Transformation is not accomplished by tentatively wading at the edge." ~Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass That quote slammed into me and nearly brought me to tears with its validation 36 hours ago.  I couldn't read another word.  I slipped the marker in the crease of the pages, gently placed the book on the worn formica tabletop with trembling fingers, and leaned back against the booth's vinyl.  Epiphanies at ancient NYC diners are a long standing city tradition that I haven't been blessed with nearly enough.   I sucked down some water, sighed in silence, and let a very familiar truth sink back into my bones.   Discomfort is a natural and normal part of the transformation process.  For someone used to pushing herself forward into the unknown in search of growth and evolution without much a fuckin safety net, I don't know how I'd forgotten about the danger and risk that
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