There’s something therapeutic about being able to write the most haunted, dilapidated words your head can create, and then being able to move on. It’s like a chance to clear your head, and your soul.
Category: submissive Journal
Surrendering to Sin
In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.
A Symbol, A Token of a force set in Motion
. My submission to him does not depend on a piece of jewelry, a token of our dynamic. It is given because I know I am his and he is mine. Even when everything seems to be failing, I can hold this firm and know it is the truth.
Smutty Snapshots
Blogging about sex and my life as a submissive has given me a new perspective on the topic though. I find that I am becoming more comfortable in my own skin.
Half In-Half Out
One is privacy, or maybe not so much…
A Sensual Shave
His body tenses once more as the razor slides across his carotid artery. He knows that with just one slip, his life could be snuffed out, but the trust in his eyes urges me on, encourages me to finish my act of service.
Growing in Forgiveness
Often when people are looking for forgiveness, they have this vision that once their grievances are excused that life as they know it will continue. That is rarely the case. Forgiveness creates an invisible line.
Illuminate
I spent all night weaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautiful when you wear my light.
-Kamand Kojouri
Lead Me On
As he took her hand he gave her all she had been waiting for — a shiver down her spine.
Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild
