A Symbiosis of Love
And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body’s love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love…
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All That and A Bag Of Chips
She thinks I’m crazy. She might be right but I hope it is a good kind of crazy. She was hoping for so chips tonight and it didn’t happen. I…
The Abrogation of Self
The above picture represents how many dominants see themselves. As lord of the jungle. proud master of all they survey they reign supreme over the adoring subbies they command. Those…
The Heat Between Her Legs
She tested the paddle against the palm of her hand. She had chosen it herself, curious if the holes in the smooth wood would leave the marks she craved so…
A Good Sub
I have a dilemma. I don’t quite know how to find a solution to it either. You see, the wonderful and amazing woman in my life, my precious partner and…
The Jenga of D/S
Real D/s dynamics are 24/7 When I write these posts I feel like I might be saying the same thing over and over again. But I am going to try…
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