Fire & Ice

My lips drove up and down his shaft as my tongue danced across his head and stroked his length. Wet sloppy sounds echoed through the room. I couldn't get enough of Him. He let me have my way. I sucked. I slurped. I fed from Him. I was ravenous. I latched onto His perfect swollen head and sucked like the ravenous bitch I was, moving in every angle my precarious position allowed. My cunt dripped down my thighs as my desire for Him only burned hotter with each taste. My nails dug into the underside of the soft beautiful wood. With a deep breath I took His meat. Across the ridged roof of my mouth to the soft back and further down my throat. My nose pressed against the warmth of his wiry mat of hair. My throat clenched around his head as I gagged loudly without shame. He groaned in pleasure and suddenly I felt his palm cup the back of my head and force me another inch further onto his dick. I gagged harder. I choked. I needed oxygen, but still He held me firmly on Him. Then He growl

We hadn't met, yet I shivered in anticipation. Hours and hours of communication had fueled what I'd known for years, that sparks would fly like wildfire between us. The inferno of us was so close. I took a deep breath. My hand fluttered one last time smoothing the short skin tight red dress barely holding my breasts. I pressed my burgundy stained lips together before I lifted one knee and then another to kneel on the black lacquered bench. I glanced again at the view and smiled wickedly. Once in a lifetime moments should always be relished. Floor to ceiling windows framed the twinkling city's skyscrapers. My hope was that that view paled in comparison to what he'd find in the room. The soft recessed lighting lit the hopefully seductive stage I'd chosen and blended perfectly with the stunning night skyline. Another deep breath. I picked up one of the brandy sniffers with its amber gold cognac and leaned down on my elbows. I cupped the liquid with my hands. An o

Everything before this was then. This is Now. Many, many things have changed. Some have not. I’m still at my core a whore. I’m still in my soul a submissive. I’m still searching for that relationship where I can truly be a submissive whore. My Journey Through the Dark has had many ups and downs.   Shit happens.   Hopes I had once nurtured are no more.   Beliefs I had once held have been overwritten with truth. I embrace truth no matter how deep it burns and learn from my mistakes.   (No…the general public will not get details. Go find your soap opera elsewhere.)   Yet despite it all, I regret no part of my journey to date.   I have acted with honor at every step and discovered much about myself: who I truly am and all that I am capable of. So what else has changed? A ton of practicalities:   I live in NYC.   I am single and have been for quite a while.   Due to circumstance beyond my control, the kinky, naughty side of my lioness has fallen into a slumber