That dom stare when he’s looking up at me, or down at me. Or when he’s making me look up at him or down on him. When we are doing nothing and he grabs my chin or pulls my hair back to him. Then it changes the situation. I must answer to him. I am his desire and his asking turns me on.
Daddy’s naughty deviant fucking little girl has been bad today.
But it’s more than being turned on. It’s feeling wanted and desired; in love, or like. Or something not quite black and white, but gray…with black and blue bruises. It’s a feeling of intensity. Longing and missing, so much that it makes me cry every night. Even so right now. I don’t know how he lets me let myself go, while holding on to me. I hold on to him, because “hugs are the best.” I feel secure, as I slip my arms under his shirt, and he squeezes back. He squeezes my tears out, and I cry all the way home. Seven hours home. But I feel at home with him and I can’t go a day, an hour, a minute or a moment without thinking about him. That silly boy with two names. With strong arms and a big heart. And those ways that make me laugh. And that dom stare when he’s looking up at me, or down at me. My desire. Mine. [May 18, 2008]
Daddy’s naughty deviant fucking little girl has been bad today.
But it’s more than being turned on. It’s feeling wanted and desired; in love, or like. Or something not quite black and white, but gray…with black and blue bruises. It’s a feeling of intensity. Longing and missing, so much that it makes me cry every night. Even so right now. I don’t know how he lets me let myself go, while holding on to me. I hold on to him, because “hugs are the best.” I feel secure, as I slip my arms under his shirt, and he squeezes back. He squeezes my tears out, and I cry all the way home. Seven hours home. But I feel at home with him and I can’t go a day, an hour, a minute or a moment without thinking about him. That silly boy with two names. With strong arms and a big heart. And those ways that make me laugh. And that dom stare when he’s looking up at me, or down at me. My desire. Mine. [May 18, 2008]
I took a shower with my socks on today
With salty water running down the drain.
Stepping out after I had bathed
I closed the blinds all day today
For melon skies over a sunrise lake
Reminds me too much of a friend I made.
The lake is the ocean with a creature inside.
I need protection from the gaze in his eyes.
He’s swimming to get me, awake in my bed.
Attacking my heart, instead of my head.
He bites so deep, I can’t even breathe;
His tails engulf me, I can’t even see.
I taste only him, I smell only him.
All I can feel is hot, sticky skin.
He goes for my heart and he tries to fight me.
He sucks the blood that’s resisting inside me.
I thrash and I kick, but to no avail.
He stole my heart, not leaving a trail.
I woke up and ran through the door to my right
Denying the pain of the prior night’s fight.
Only hot water, my skin starts to burn;
Hurting less than the creature’s desiring yearn.
I took a shower with my socks on today.
If you love something, just give it away. [July 26, 2008]
With salty water running down the drain.
Stepping out after I had bathed
I closed the blinds all day today
For melon skies over a sunrise lake
Reminds me too much of a friend I made.
The lake is the ocean with a creature inside.
I need protection from the gaze in his eyes.
He’s swimming to get me, awake in my bed.
Attacking my heart, instead of my head.
He bites so deep, I can’t even breathe;
His tails engulf me, I can’t even see.
I taste only him, I smell only him.
All I can feel is hot, sticky skin.
He goes for my heart and he tries to fight me.
He sucks the blood that’s resisting inside me.
I thrash and I kick, but to no avail.
He stole my heart, not leaving a trail.
I woke up and ran through the door to my right
Denying the pain of the prior night’s fight.
Only hot water, my skin starts to burn;
Hurting less than the creature’s desiring yearn.
I took a shower with my socks on today.
If you love something, just give it away. [July 26, 2008]
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