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...Just lay it all down. Put your face into my neck and let it fall out.
Posted on another’s collarme.com profile in response to a story I posted on mine…
2/4/2006 10:16:25 AM:
It takes very little strength, character, and imagination to write about an idea that is pleasing. It’s quite simple, anyone can write about something that is not much more than a fantasy you’ve spoken about, but never actually lived. There is a big difference between fantasy and reality, much to the dismay of many, I’m sure.
It does however take a great deal of strength, character, honor, and love to actually live those things rightly, through excruciating pain, tears, heartache, disaster, joy, laughter, genuine love, and everything in between. D/s is real life, not a computer game, not constant phone conversations and emails, and not empty words and promises. D/s is physical contact; real time spent together, a touch, a look, a tear wiped away. It’s a kind gesture, silent moments together, it’s primal and based on ritual. It’s the sting of his crop, or his hand, and the glow that comes from you after you’ve been well used, and his will has been served, whether sexual or in small everyday moments. It’s the look of humility and worship he notices in your eyes, the way his heart skips when he sees what is his, and the way his cock throbs when you are in your proper position beneath him of your own free will.
D/s is absolutely of the heart and mind, however, real human interaction is necessary for it to prosper and so that the two can nurture each other in this beautiful and intense power exchange.
I’m so sick of hearing and seeing dramatic statements of love, devotion, and worship that come from people who’ve based all that they proclaim on fantasy, something or someone they’ve never actually touched, and incessantly speak of what they think could happen if only they were in a ‘different’ or ‘better’ situation. I see no honesty in that.
This is love…
Pale knees pressing against short, prickly, carpet
Pink fingertips reaching behind, tiny arms twisted like a pretzel
Feminine back arched deeply
Delicate eyelids closing over green jewels
She waits…
Warm fingers gliding gently over flushed cheeks
Strong hands firmly gripping sweetly scented hair
Small frame trembling
Whorish mouth salivating
Ruby lip parting widely
Dominance entering, warm – swollen - virile
Tongue swirling affectionately
Throat opening violently
Tear stained cheeks red and stinging
In…out… in…out...in…out…in…
Delicate mouth hungrily suckling
Love pouring down tender throat
Greedily swallowing
Sweetness trickling between succulent thighs
All I can think of saying is ROFL.
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