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The Seduction of Earth Energy

- July 23, 2023

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

The Need to Worship

- July 11, 2023

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

A Return to Pleasure

- March 15, 2022

No lie, it's been waaaaaay too fucking long, and with the pandemic it's been incredibly difficult to create consistent sources of pleasure. So difficult I'd forgotten what soul deep pleasure even felt like until tonight. I was not ready. I didn't have a clue what was in store for me. Forty-five minutes into the most decadent, slow, insistent, thorough yet subtle mouth-fucking I've ever had, shivers ran down my spine as my senses and nerve endings finally caught up with and began to interpret correctly the seduction and sheer joy of my experience. My entire body tingled, and in that instant when the visceral responses flooded my system...I surrendered and nearly cried. There was no rush. Every minute felt longer than the last. I never knew a leisurely mouth-fucking could be so damn epic. Those steady, unassuming, nuanced strokes teased me with each mouthful. My greedy lips gentled and discovered a rare patience as I sank into the wonder and delight of every

Sunday Service

- August 29, 2021

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

Confessions of a Monster

- February 28, 2021

The following piece was written for last night's ONYX Pearls NY-NE's February 2021 Event—Confessions of Love & Lust: Spoken Word & Cigar Social. My first public reading... ") Thank you to my Leather Sisters and Siblings for the chance to share my words and to everyone who attended as well as ALL the love and finger snaps for my piece!!! ~DominaKat Another long winter’s night has consumed the city, and the cold has seeped well into its pores. A glance out the window of my five story walkup proves again that the once never dormant streets of New York are abandoned. No souls dare the bitter walk or the lonely drive at this hour. With a sigh I roll over, and my nude flesh snuggles deeper into my warm nest of dark linen sheets and soft blankets. Only the strange unbroken silence of a pandemic-gripped world and haunting memories of long ago passion attempt to lull me to dreams. Despite exhaustion nagging my soul, sleep refuses to come. Maybe...if I confess...mayb

My FUCK Covid! Post

- May 16, 2020

FUCK, Covid! I've been a socially defiant bitch more often than not. When the world starts going one way, something in my mind always tells me to jump off that bus. Yeah...this fucking sucks. Everywhere for everyone it sucks. COVID (either it or the fear/threat of it) is everywhere. But for fuck sake...does it HAVE to insinuate itself FULLY into Fet?!? If Facebook has turned into a political, socially dividing, fact-checking, misleading propaganda machine, then FetLife has turned into a giant mother fucking emotional therapy support center of tears and sniffles and traumatized blank stares. Look...I get it! This shit is HARD...physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I've been sheltering-in-place for 67 days in a NYC apartment with no private backyard, no balcony, no front stoop. I need and want an escape...but since the hot, fun, and sexy has all but evaporated from my favorite kink site, Fet's only escape option is a list of virtual classes where

The Proposition

- January 27, 2020

Unedited...unfiltered...raw copy. Maybe someday I'll get back to cleaning this up. In the meantime, enjoy... The Proposition | What would be my crazy heart and sexual desire? What would make the experience incredibly memorable? What if I had the opportunity to make an evening all about me…as conservative or as crazy as I wished? Every woman longs for a Man to give her such an incredible gift, but does S/she actually know how to answer? On the tip of her tongue waiting for the moment when someone finally is willing to grant her wish? I’d like to say I knew, but I didn’t. I reached for an answer and instead of words or a vision, my mind met snowy static. (Dating myself…do TV channels ever show static nowadays? LOL) I searched my mind, my heart, my pussy, my soul….what did I fucking crave more than anything? I had to let go of all the roles I currently own and dig deep, but finally a vision began to form... I craved the gentleman Beast who would cruelly seduce my pleasure wit

When Animals Prey in Darkness

- April 14, 2019

A few nights ago a friend informed me April was National Poetry Month. Luckily, I happen to find a little inspiration... My hand seizes. His stiff hungry flesh. Its weight beckons. I arch my back. With the need of sin. Crawling along my skin. My legs spread. The heat of me slips. From shy folds. And dark secrets. I am drunk. With a wretched desire. That has only one cure. Darkness. The bands of submission. No longer constain me. Or define me. Aggressive. Nasty. Depraved. Only my primal remains. I stroke. Him. Myself. My animal stalks. The demanding pound of his flesh. Between my greedy thighs. Our vicious feral lust unleashed. We have only just begun. To sate our wild beasts. Yet I promise. I will scratch my name. On the walls of his soul tonight. As I bath in his cum. ~DominaKat Hopefully my contribution proved adequate. ")

Our Storm - Revised

- March 18, 2019

Revisions to an older post: http://www.dominakat.com/2018/09/our-storm.html Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My hands clawed at the wet brick as I braced myself against the brutal rhythm of Him. Another nail shredded. The smack-smack-smack of skin-on-skin and the wet sounds of sin bounced between the confines of the dark, narrow alleyway. Our harsh melody mingled with the downpour and the low hum of the random box truck that lumbered through the drenched barren city streets. Even the taxis had forsaken the night to the summer storm. He shoved harder as His voice carried over the rain. "This is what you deserve for being such a bitch. A good fucking in the gutter." I spread my legs wider and bent my knees. Ahhh, yes...there. I sighed, feeling the full length of Him. The masonry dug into my palms, and the edges of my soaked dress clung to the sides of my pale thick thighs. He'd bunched the fabric at my back for leverage to fuck hard and mean

I Don't Give Any Heart-Shaped Fucks

- February 14, 2019

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&

A Good Boy - Part I

- February 10, 2019

He stood before her sitting frame with his hands behind his back and waited. The temperature controlled room suddenly felt a little warm, and he wished he could shed his t-shirt and jeans. His toes wiggled against the cool hardwood floor and took in the Alpha Female before him. The contrast between the white chair and her hourglass curves covered in black both excited him and made him uncomfortable. Nerves and excitement jumbled together in an indistinguishable sensation through his body as her eyes traveled down his tall frame. She raised her crop slowly to drag along his zipper. "Leave your pants buttoned, but take your dick out. I want to watch your reactions." She punctuated her demand with a firm slap to his thigh. He reached for his zipper only for the crop to slap at his hand. He stilled unsure of himself. "What do you say first, boy?" Some unfamiliar feeling joined the tangle of nerves and excitement. He cleared his throat as he felt his face flu

A Lil M/s Magic for Those Still Interested in Kinky Fun

- December 16, 2018

I couldn't read another bitch session/rant on Fet. WTF people?!? Does anyone anymore even think about the magic of what it is we do? Or is your hunger only really about seeking out and destroying some invisible online enemy? ~smh~ Some snippets for those who are hungry for beautiful moments. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ His hand settled on my inner thigh. I marveled at how natural it felt. I hadn't been touched in years, yet nothing in me seemed alarmed or even in overdrive at His familiarity. It was almost as if I'd been waiting forever...for Him. I looked up into His warm eyes and wondered...who are you? "Listen. This is what I want. I want to Own you..." I blinked, but it wasn't a dream. "I want to Own you..." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The second I felt the touch I'd opened my eyes to search for Him. He'd been right there next to me. "It's okay." A dark submission I'd never felt before devoured me whole in an instant. He'd

His Dark Promises

- October 23, 2018

Standing in the open door to the Mercedes Coupe, my head carelessly fell forward as His teeth nipped a trail of fire down the back of my neck and across my shoulder. I could feel the demanding ridge of His dick against my ass, and my pussy wept with need. I arched my back to give His mouth more access and to rub my ass against that tree trunk I ached to have buried inside me. "That's it. Beg for it. I wanted to bend you over the table the moment I saw you." Warm strong hands reached up and pulled apart the deep neckline of my dark red dress to expose my bulging breasts to the cool night air. I hissed from the sharp pain of my fat nipples morphing instantly to pierced berries ripe to be plucked. He didn't resist and latched on to both with a deliberate firm grip before a slow release. Again a squeeze and a release. "The waiter kept looking at your breasts." Another squeeze and release between the bites at my neck. "I should have pulled the

Our Storm

- September 18, 2018

My hands clawed at the wet brick as I tried in vain to brace myself against the brutal rhythm of Him. Another nail shredded. The smack-smack-smack of skin-to-skin and the wet sounds of sex and sin echoed between the dark confines of the narrow alleyway but mingled with the downpour and the random taxi or box truck that lumbered through the barren drenched city streets. The masonry dug into my palms, and the edges of my soaked dress clung to the sides of my pale thighs, even as He used the bunched fabric at my back as leverage to fuck me like a beast in primal heat. Just as the violent storm above raged, so did my anger, yet still I arched my back and raised my bare ass like the whore I always was for Him. I needed... Dick... His dick... Him. Him. Him. As always, the energy of us consumed us like a firestorm, singing our souls. We were helpless to resist. "Who owns you, bitch?" He growled in my ear before He trailed burning bites down m

In Trouble - Part I

- February 11, 2018

I’m in trouble. He hides His Beast and His passion behind so many layers...politeness, smooth grace, perfect manners, easy conversation, generosity, kindness, patience. Too often I forget the Darkness that lies dormant and hungry in the lair of His soul. I forget and...underestimate. Fifteen hours later, on a train surrounded by obnoxious suburban millennials seeking city thrills, I can barely look back at what He did to me. My soul trembles. I fight the tsunami of tears I couldn’t unleash last night, I clamp down against a spontaneous gut wrenching orgasm that threatens to burst between my legs, and I swallow a primal scream I can’t quite name the source of. All I know is...He fucked me up last night. I walked in a calm, relaxed, confident lioness. In well under twenty seconds, He made me nothing more than His bitch and proceeded to drag me through the gutter of my soul. No one has ever taken me so deep. He seemed to do it effortlessly. I'd entered our room an

The Inspiration of a Stranger

- February 05, 2018

I dashed up the familiar subway stairs. I’d made good time on my morning commute. I was feeling good. Real good. Dr. Dre and Snoop pounded through my headphones and my bones, setting my pace and encouraging an extra bit of sass to the sway of my hips. When my feet met the concrete sidewalk, I turned my long stride toward the office and smoothly weaved between confused tourists and the fragmented line for the donut street cart. Even the chilly overcast skies cramped between the steel grey skyscrapers couldn’t dampen my energy. One of my brother’s most frequent complaints is that I’ve always been terrible at picking up on another’s interest in me. In New York it’s even worse as I’m entirely focused on my goal to get from Point A to Point B and treat pedestrian traffic more like obstacles in my path to avoid, pass, or draft behind than a potential dating/playtoy pool. Halfway down the block, my instincts jabbed me in my mental ribs to pierce my usual tunnel vision with a “Hey...oooh

Our Sacred Ritual

- December 31, 2017

My naked body swayed in earthy lust, begging to be filled with Him. His beautiful beads danced and slithered across my curves, and my pale thighs straddled His dark, trim, solid frame even as His stiff shaft rose like tree trunk from His groin demanding service. Somehow I resisted the urgency that had flooded my system. I smiled and reached for the twinkling strand of feminine sexuality at my waist. With a quick twist, it was free. My fingers quickly gathered the length in my palm, and I licked my lips. Yes, this felt so very right... He'd surprised me when He pulled the string of pretty pale green beads out of His pocket for me, but what shocked me was how they called to my soul more than any piece of clothing, lingerie, or jewelry that has ever touched my skin. When my African King had laid their smooth surface against me to dance against my warm curves, He said, "These are from my people. I wanted to give you something of my culture." I was humbled. In Hi

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