Too long, too long. He returns to lust and flirtation.

Summer simmers and he becomes quiet within himself again.  Last night, I broke my silence and words tumbled from my mind into online flirts, my lust open and raw, my hand drawn to epxress my own desire and need, I came alone. What brought me back was chance, being alone, freedom. In its power over… Continue reading Too long, too long. He returns to lust and flirtation.

Pain threshold, revealing my scars. 

Allowing this makes me a masochist. Enjoying the after effects, the residual pain, reminds of the moment of escape, where pain and the thrill of submission has removed me from everything else. These scars I sought. These scars allow me to feel pain and to enjoy submitting to another.  Yes, this is addictive but am… Continue reading Pain threshold, revealing my scars. 

Submission to who?

Desperately, in the confines of, what might be a borderline relationship, between vanilla and fetish, I have assumed that my partner can not fulfil the desire I have to submit and sought to satisfy that desire, with her knowledge, elsewhere.  Aware of her concerns, I have limited myself to online contact with male dominants.  We… Continue reading Submission to who?

The Caning Craving

Oh my soul, I feel such need, I am so desirous for a beating and that ritual that accompanies the act. Anticipating the presentation of myself to another and standing, waiting to be told to remove my trousers, anticipating the command to lower myself, literally and submissively, floods my body with lust. Wanting that slice of… Continue reading The Caning Craving