I have a confession Sir. I'm a little lost. I've been out of sorts for a while, the shit weather hasn't helped, but we talked about that. No, I am a different kinda lost. I feel like someone hit the D/s pause button and then instead of hitting play, they changed the channel. Everything in…
So I just typed up this big long thing about what I said Monday night when we were laying in bed. About you being my person. And as I was reading it I realized I didn't make any fucking sense. Its just rambling trying to explain to you this concept of what I mean by…
Why do I crave control and structure? Why? My first instinct is to say because I like it. I actually don't. I enjoy the freedom afforded to me by a lack of structure and a lack of control far more. I like doing whatever the fuck I want. But I don't like the results of…
Prompt: What makes a man? Every one will tell you something different in response to this question. Some will say work ethic. Some will say strength or ruggedness, height, facial hair, attitude, or physique. For me, the answer is not so simple. I have always been attracted to a certain type of guy. Or in…
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I just ran across this little quote and it couldn't be more true to this very moment. We have had some profoundly deep conversations over the last few days, as we are inclined to do, but one in particular has had me thinking and pondering. I am still damaged from my last serious relationship. Let's…
I need to get fucked. And not just any kind of fucked Like shoved up against the wall, leg thrown over your shoulder and pummeled fucked. Pounded until I am screaming and the neighbors know your name fucked. Turned into a quivering, wet lil mess fucked. Blankets torn off, ripped out of bed and taken…
Sleep does wonders for one's self. Where I felt useless and terrible last night, I feel significantly better this morning. I am ready to tackle the day. Kick some ass. Be a boss. Get my ass kicked tonight at the gym. I think I am most excited about the gym. I finally signed up with…
Do you know what you do to me Sir? Do you? Do you know what a mess I am Because of you? This calm, controlled, strong and powerful woman Reduced to a quivering, dripping mess At the sound of your voice. Shaking, unsure, spinning out of control From a graze of your finger tips. Suddenly…
With Tumblr dying and having rediscovered my love for the written word, here I am. You can find anything from musings and ideas, to prompted erotica on here. No images belong to me unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Naked Naps and Loving My Lust 