It's a special guy that can make me desperately -want- to obey, that makes me feel like I need to be commanded. It's delicious, to do what I'm told.
But some days... I'm different. After the storm tonight, this was my theme:
I want to claw, and bite, and drink blood, and suck cock like a whore, --I want to be violated, and I want it rough, and painful... I want to wear black lace and be forced down on my knees... Oh gosh...
Some nights I want to be so bad. It's not even necessarily about sex. I just feel like a rabid lion; my eyes all black and brown, my hair is wild and tangled; my teeth are sharp, thighs are soft, and oooooh, I want to just get tangled up and thrown down, and lost and drowned in this great big beautiful storm. Probably because I'm a Cancer; storms get me all wild and evil inside.
I'm sleepy and my storm is over. I'm peaceful inside again.
I go from wild to soft...
Again; not about sex.
Right now, placid... I am all warmth and softness, and I want to be curled in bed, beside someone special... held and safe.
Sleepy me. I'm going to get naked, curl up around my cat, my pillow, breathe in the clean rainy air, and the gorgeous night... I love this lonely wild/peaceful night. There are no hands on me, but I love this loneliness even so... I can better imagine hands on my thighs, a finger between my lips, kissing and touching and dreaming of the ocean, the sun, and even being back in the pool with my slip thin and wet and clinging to me. I love myself, lonely, and perfect and evil and warm and peaceful and wild and lost; wet hair, warm pussy, smudged eyeliner, smooth legs, long nails, tattoos and silly smile and just... the whole picture, baggage and all.
Slither unto Me, for I am the Night and the Way.
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