Love, even after five months or five years, has to make your heart beat faster. You need to expect it to. But don’t wait for it to just happen. Don’t think it will be there without any effort. The beginning of a new thing is always exciting with unexpected lust and desire. But often that can’t last and that’s ok. The thrill of the new inevitably gets replaced by a different kind of fire. Don’t fight that. Don’t wish for the cravings and urges of the early days, as wonderful as they may have been, while disregarding the evolution of your passion.
What you can have is so much better. So much more fulfilling. It’s the desire with the one you love. With the person who knows you intimately. Who has met all of your good features and adores them. And who has fought against the bad ones and would do it again without a complaint or regret. Don’t take that for granted. Not everyone will do that for you.
Love sometimes just happens. You might not expect it or look for it but it takes you over. It transforms you. It makes your life better. It makes you better. But it can also just as quickly disappear again - if you let it. Sometimes it’s obvious and it happens quickly. At other times you might only notice it years later. Fires often start from nothing but ultimately they can’t survive without fuel. You need to fuel yours. You must. Your love depends on it. And so may your life.
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SONNET XLV by Pablo Neruda
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
The feel of my skin as my fingertips linger
Momentarily stopping to feel the moist heat
Before deciding just what is my pleasure tonight
And where should I begin ~ where do I ache
The most
My breasts start to throb
While my sweet spot tingles
And wetness trickles down my thighs
Where do I begin
To touch myself
~
“Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.”
~Anais Nin
Drip for meStop everything right this second. I don’t care how important you think it is. I’m telling you right now it can wait. Stop asking questions. I don’t want to hear your objections. Get your sweet pussy over here. My mouth needs it.
Give those smooth lips to me. Hand over that sensitive clit. I want to smell it. I need to lick it. I have to taste it. When you offer yourself like that to me, I know that you are mine. I know that I’m the only one who gets to taste you. I know that only I can make you cum.
Drip onto me. Drip into me. Give me your nectar. Let me taste the essence and desire of the woman that you are. Every single drop. I want it all on my face. Right now. We both know that your oozing cunt belongs to me. Don’t make me say it again.
Enough talking. Come over here and do what I tell you. Baby needs to drip. And if you’re a good girl and give me all of your juices, I’ll drip for you in return…
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“I want to be the victim of his errors.”
― Marquis de Sade
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
~ my innocence is truly not lost ….. sometimes i am
the innocent green eyed child ….i enjoy not being jaded by touch
taste and scent….. i adore being pleasantly surprised….by my body not
being used to every crevice and crease explored by strong hands and
lips……teeth bite into my flesh and its something i have never felt
before…..like freshly fallen snow on a winters day….delicately
splattered paint on an empty canvas….i want the pleasure of feeling my
innocence in the dark.. ~ k
Pain & Pleasure…Punishment….After-Care…Long-Distance…Training…etc..etc
With pain comes a sense of freedom and a level of pleasure…Your limits are raised beyond any expectations you set for yourself but you don’t have to go so fast. Set your limits low. There’s plenty of time to grow. And just because pain isn’t what you’re into DOES NOT mean you’re weak. It just means you’re not into it. Be sure you as a submissive know what the Dominant is into before you submit to Him. Know what His punishments consists of. Do your homework. Don’t be afraid to ask Him questions. If He is for real He will be more than happy to answer any questions you have. Ask Him if you may talk or contact any former or recent subs (most of the time this isn’t a problem at all).
Punishment is a must in any form of BDSM relationship…..no matter how light Y/yiou play. How else as submissives are we to be corrected? Whether it be a spanking, whipping, put in the corner, forbidden to touch ourselves, withheld from orgasm,…our Owners can correct us endlessly, however they choose. And in the adverse, when we’ve pleased them and satisfied their needs and their requests and tasks, and done as they have asked; we are devoured and pleasured to no end. Till our bodies and our minds are trembling with ecstasy like we have never known. Like I have never known. Not sure if I want to close my body around Him and hold Him and take Him as close as I can get Him or throw my legs and arms wide open and give Him space to ram and pound me…leave me bruised inside and out…You have to talk this through with your prospective Doms to make sure what they do as punishment is what you can take as a submissive who might need to be corrected at times.
After-care for me is a must. I want a Dominant who takes this as a priority. I don’t want to just fuck and run. I need the cuddling, holding, hugging, bonding with my Dom. I need to hear His voice afterwards calming me down. Relaxing me. Soothing my senses. I want to feel His arms holding me and His skin against mine…His heart beating…I need those things. I keep saying need and want and basically the truth is…..I must have these things…whether I need them or want them…I am not complete unless I have them…I HAVE to have them. They are a MUST have. You have to know what you want. you can’t go by what others tell you to want. Even as a submissive you have desires and needs. You’re not going into this blind.
If I could choose, I would have a Dominant that lived In my town, but I can’t choose. And let’s face it, in this day and age long distance relationships are as common as cellphones. My last Master was long distance. It was a difficult thing to work on but W/we managed. So, to say that it’s a hard-limit is a lie. I rather have someone close but I’m not holding my breath and neither should you. Don’t limit yourself. Online Doms are hard to get used to. I’ll admit that. There are a lot fakes/wanna-be’s…please please be careful. Ask tons and tons of questions. Even the best of them can out answer you. And no matter how many websites I send you to none of them can prepare you for the one dick that might come along and take advantage of you being a new submissive. But there are a lot of real Doms and subs I’ve come across who are genuinely concerned for the well beings of the ones trying to find their way and always offered me and others advice along our way…the one thing I’ve always found is don’t be afraid to ask. Even if it seems like a silly or dumb or not even having to do with the lifestyle question…just ask…it opens the door. You need to feel welcomed and you are.
Now training…omg…training…well. There’s a topic I could go on for days about…. instead of trying to fill this out I’ll copy the link here and you can check it out…. there’s so much you can be trained in and so many different things the kink level goes to…. and again just because you’re not into it just means it’s not your thing…
His Ravenous Cobalt-Indigo Black Haired rendered girl
He
never knew how much He longed for her until He found her. She was a
dream He had had since He was a child and yet she was real. He could
hold her. Touch her. Smell her. Kiss her. Love her. And one day…dominate
her. No amount of time was enough so He cherished every moment. Every
breath they took together was magic. There was a fire about her that
ignited something deep inside of Him. He wanted to claim her as His,
control her mind, mark her body, and unite her soul with His…..
He never knew how much He longed for her until He found her. She was a dream He had had since He was a child and yet she was real. He could hold her. Touch her. Smell her. Kiss her. Love her. And one day…dominate her. No amount of time was enough so He cherished every moment. Every breath they took together was magic. There was a fire about her that ignited something deep inside of Him. He wanted to claim her as His, control her mind, mark her body, and unite her soul with His…..
She had been broken for so long. Lost and not knowing what she wanted anymore. Lies and being hurt was all there was; until she found Him. He calmed the turmoil that raged inside of her. She slowly began to open her mind. To accept His guidance and trust His control. She began to obey Him and offering herself to be His to be used for His pleasure. But He wanted not just her body…He wanted ALL of her. Every time she knelt before Him and begged Him to take her, His response was always the same…..”Show me your dark, girl.”…She would tremble and reply; “You may not like what You see, Wolf.”….” Show Me your dark, girl, I won’t leave you.”
Fuck me
Fuck me like the first time when it was new and unknown.
Fuck me because there is nothing else you crave right now.
Fuck me like we’re strangers who will never see each other again.
Fuck me because you need me deep inside you.
Fuck me like tomorrow’s sunrise depends on it.
Fuck me because you enjoy doing it more than anything.
Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before.
Fuck me because I love it when you do.
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You
must understand; you must come to terms with this REALITY. By you very
core essence, your very primal existence you, My Precious Thing, have
been pre-determined---pre-ordained---through a glorious covenant to have
your body, your mind, your soul, and your psyche fused into perpetuity
with Your Daddy. This covenant has been pre-ordained since the origins
of the Universe. You therefore simply recognize and thereby Accept,
under the recognition that reneging on this covenant results in the pain
& torture and other severe modifier extreme disciplines, this
overwhelming blessing---and acquiesce; yield to its Eden.
It is
this Pre-ordained glorious covenant that will have you immersed into the
depths of the abyss of Daddy's soul. Deep in its recesses lurk Daddy's
needs. These needs include having to effect modifier extremes because
Needs to hear the moans, the screams, the wretched snapping of the whip
against your tender soft succulent flesh. These screams emanating from
the pain & torture reassure to me what you are willing to endure so
that I KNOW Your Love is eternal. It is the glory of your pre-ordained
covenant that requires your discipline to go through the recesses of the
abyss of Daddy's soul and purge his Need to beat you senseless. Daddy's
true Love is To Love Daddy's Precious Thing Eternally. The Love Should
Be Pure, and Passionate.
Precious Thing will endeavor toward
sustaining this purge. In the mean time Daddy is possessed with these
hard-wired primal cravings. My Loving Daughter must stay TRUE; stay
devoted, stay disciplined to love Daddy, even as My Precious Thing will
be ushered into HIS WORLD---for yet another Session. Daddy
Will you breathe spring into me?
Possessing this winter-worn soul
So I may awaken once more
To soft hues and pastel laden tones
Still wet
From freshly coated paint
Covering over canvas stark and bare
Of all that laid dormant under drifts of ashen snow
Gray upon darker gray frost upon frozen earth
Awaiting its time to arrive in rebirth ~
Colors will burst to the envy of sunlight
April winds will whisper through uncovered trees
As buds now begin to blossom and bloom
I long to feel warmth covering my skin and
The flowing caress of the breeze
As it wisps through my hair
Embracing my body as it gently seduces my senses
With gold skies of morning and crisp air of night
I feel spring enter me as I take another breath
~With lips freshly kissed
From the passion of the sun
I smile with my heart
A new season has begun~
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. ~Jean Giraudoux
There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives. ~Josephine Hart
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