Someday I’ll try again to find a Dom. But what if he’s not out there? What if “My Mr. Perfect” doesn’t exist? I thought I found it this time, I thought it was going so well. Long phone conversations, texting every day, amazing sex, deep mental and emotional connection. We even had fun together, laughed during sex, lazy time spent resting in his arms or on the couch talking with our feet meeting in the middle. Everything was so easy. Except one critical ...
Updated 04-10-2016 at 10:38 AM by sweetlynaughty
Just to lay some questions and fears to rest, I have not left the library and I have not simply disappeared. In a previous blog I spoke of redirecting and refocusing my energies and my goals. That is what I have been doing. More than anything, I have been writing. I set a goal to spend at least 4 hours each day at some writing goal or project. I have mostly been able to meet this goal. I have several new projects in place as well as the old projects that are ...
It has been a while now. The habit of looking for your messages has lessened….if only a little. I have reconciled with the fact that you will no longer answer my calls. The desperation has subsided to longing. I have refused to look at your words for several weeks now…if only for self-preservation. No more do I write to you daily, filling your inbox with sorrow and anger that will one day be deleted by some automated demon…unread. But I still hear your voice….sometimes a whisper…other ...
Once upon a time… But no more is he mine His lies made me cry Does it come easy to him? I gave myself to him Blindly I thought I was his He whispered he was mine The nights are silent now Reality settles in on me It feels as if I’m under water Slowly floating up I’m so tired
Tears fill my eyes to the rim And like a rushing wave They fall down my cheeks Slicing a path down my face My skin grows cold I feel despise fill my veins The dread of my mistakes I’m so stupid! Never trust again Never trust again
Here I stand at the precipice of what will always be. Your words are stones in my heart, weighing heavy…but it has become an accepted burden…one I will never part with. You are not here, but I know what you expected of me…what you told me to do…and I have finally resigned myself to the accomplishment of the purpose you had in mind. Although it was intended to be for both of us in the flesh, the substance of what is spirit will have to do. The chains are still strong, my Dragon…shining ...
I am Haunted by something i have done. When i first started on this site, I had other submissive friends who were either lonely or heartbroken by their Masters/Mistresses. They asked me to Dominate them. Instead of being true to my self, I thought it would be Okay. Within a few weeks a had a sub of my own. I was selfish and my main Focus was finding Sir's to play with me online. They expected to use her too. Most were decent but i allowed a few to abuse her. I did not protect her as i should ...
When a book is turned into a movie, we often hear the same lament: “Damn, they ruined it!” The novel’s beautiful prose and careful plot development are reduced to clichés and excuses for explosions. Beloved characters get written out or transformed into caricatures. (Don’t get me started on the butchery of J.R.R. Tolkien’s work.) Thankfully, that didn’t happen with America’s most widely read and widely viewed BDSM franchise: the Fifty Shades oeuvre. How did they avoid the problem? ...
Updated 02-14-2018 at 03:45 PM by Solis
I'm Not Gonna Stop, one of the poems of "Raibeart Bruis." The pseudonym translates as "Robert the Bruce," the 14th century Scottish king who earned Scotland's independence from England. (A gift that his son could not preserve.) Because you ask Because you beg bargain plead or cry I’m not gonna stop because you sweat Because you scream groan grovel obey or resist ...
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