Michael

I was @domsigns on Twitter and for a brief time I was @uncertainsigns and that account still exists because I don’t want to forget all the history and connections that account brought me.

Horn of Plenty

Horn of Plenty

It was just Thanksgiving and one of the symbols from back when I was smaller was the Cornucopia. A curved, hollow goat’s horn or similarly shaped receptacle (such as a horn-shaped basket) that is overflowing especially with fruit and vegetables (such as gourds, ears of corn, apples, and grapes) and that is used as a decorative motif emblematic of abundance. — called also horn of plenty. And that is what… Read More »Horn of Plenty

final resting place.

A Final Resting Place

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You spend most of your life having firsts. Kisses, lovers, marriages, children, grandchildren. Eventually though those firsts start to give way to lasts. You hardly notice them. They are not like firsts, they are not marked with celebrations, their are no balloons or candles to blow out when your eyes start to fail or when you can’t hear anymore. There are things that I will never be able to do… Read More »A Final Resting Place

God's eye

The mote in god’s eye

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I don’t believe in god. I doubt that I ever have. While I was raised catholic and even an altar boy none of that made me believe. Experience only confirmed that none of the people at church had any answers that worked for me. I always wanted to believe, but I needed a logical and consistent system for that to work. A god I could understand and the one requirement… Read More »The mote in god’s eye

Body

Body of Evidence

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I have never liked my body. Not any piece of it. Not when I was a child, not when I was a teen, not when I was a man and certainly not now that I am an old man. I am obviously not as unattractive as I think I am. A beautiful woman loves me and she is not the first. But I just don’t see it myself. I have… Read More »Body of Evidence

Must Be The Season Of The Whip

Must Be The Season Of The Whip

When I look out my windowMany sights to seeAnd when I look in my windowSo many different people to beThat it’s strange, so strange You’ve got to pick up every stitchYou’ve got to pick up every stitchYou’ve got to pick up every stitchMmm, must be the season of the whipMust be the season of the whip, yeahMust be the season of the whip When I look over my shoulderWhat do… Read More »Must Be The Season Of The Whip

fear and d/s

Something about fear and d/s

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For this edition of #NTW the quote is: For the Dominant: Create a sense of fear I am sure that there are people who get off on fear, from both sides of the slash. I am not one of them. If I caused my partner to fear for their mental or physical safety I would be devastated. I attended a session on fear play at kinkfest a few years ago… Read More »Something about fear and d/s

Fully Dressed

You’re Not Fully Dressed

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She was getting dressed to go to work while I made the coffee. As always I had to approve the panties she wore each day. I called her to come from the bedroom to get her coffee. She walked into the kitchen in just her top and her panties. “Are these alright Sir?” She spun in place to show me the black lace top panties with a bow. I frown,… Read More »You’re Not Fully Dressed

Three to get ready

Well, it’s one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready

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Now go, cat, go… Today’s never have I ever was going to be very different, but I am too raw from today’s events to do that. So I am going to go another way. An actual sexual NHIE. Not one that I think can be managed right now but I have decided that it counts if it is something that I hope to do someday. I want to fuck Lillith… Read More »Well, it’s one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready