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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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The Eye of the Storm

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On my knees in silence. The winds of our need quiet. The rain of our passion dwindles. Time stands still.     In the eye of the storm.     I wait.         Battered.         Raw.         Yet still strong and fierce.          I survived. The imminent demand of dark clouds stalk the horizon. I bite my faint smile of anticipation. Distant thunder growls its menacing warning. That I instead embrace.     In the eye of the storm.     I wait.         My roots of loyalty and honor.         Keep me grounded.         I brace myself knowing...         I will survive. Violence trembles in my peripheral vision. This storm will soon break once more. Across my stoic soul. And a storm surge of hunger will overwhelm every that I am.     In the eye of the storm.     I wait.         To unleash my sexual fury.         And drown in His dark greed.         Through a surrender to my own Truth.         I will have survived. ~DominaKat
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Drip

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My flesh reflects my soul’s original flame. A sacred Goddess of intimate lustful beginnings.  My sexuality drips. From the mounds of my lush breasts. Across the valley of my waist and round curve of my hip. Down the globes of my plump pale ass.  Drip.        Drip.               Drip. I am.  The thousand sins You desire. The apple’s warm sweet nectar. Born in the wickedness of my mind. Falls from my lips and clings with longing to beaded red nipples.  Only the worthy lap at the fountain of my deviant desires. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. More than can be conquered. The whispered disapproval of old hags and broken balls. Amuses my shredded morality. I stand tall, proud on the crumbled ruins of their bitterness. And watch as they choke and drown under my sensual storm. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. A force of nature they will never possess nor control.  Unable to fathom the sweet surre
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Unleash My Storm

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A buildup of desire. A flood of energy with nowhere to go. Emotions that batter and bruise. Though I try to dissipate the chaos. I am exhausted in the continued denial of my need. And the storm rages below my surface for release. Dark thunder pounds through my mind in search of resting place for my submission. Vicious lighting crawls through my veins seeking pain and punishment. An agony of insatiable lust licks and torments my every nerve. FUCK...Unleash the storm in me! I want nothing gentle or kind. The full blunt force of primal hunger and Dominance. Is the only fucking cure for my twisted sinful lusts. Show me that dark merciless beast in Your soul. Take from me all that You wish. With a cruelty born of pure greed and demand. My soul begs... For pain and suffering that pushes reality to the far reaches. To be used with brutal Sadistic intent until I'm a crumpled broken mess at His feet. I am desperate for His fury and passion. My lioness roars to be
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