Domme
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You never loved me. You lusted, yes,and you will spend your yearsseeking me between other sheets.Submitting will nevermore taste as sweet.You might not be capableof romantic love, but I believed you —more fool me — when you offered higher loves.More, I believed your friendshipcould outlive dying embers.I try to write a poemto explain the way…
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Discreet, but nonetheless a collar,this pretty restraint was intended as a sign of ownership, a displayof your devotion, a reminderof my Dominance as Queen of your body and mind, your time,your choices. The irony is searing,its arrival today a slap to the face.- you don’t own him – it mocks- and you know you never…
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i.There’s a darkness in me but she, like so many other facets of the diamond I’ve becomeunder pressure, lives behind masks and veils.She exists as a duality; two side of the same coin.I remember meeting the one in twilight reveriesbefore I was old enough to know her name,but even then I knew both that I…
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Vivaldi. I recall almost a tonne of Warmblood horsefleshbeneath me, sun absorbed by the bulging glossy ebonyof epaxial musculature, and I feel the raw power.He is a tightly coiled spring and I am under no illusionthat my physical strength is any match for his.There remains an aura of wild about him, and I knowhe could…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 