Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

If you love a overthinker...

Before you get upset about their constant need for reassurance...

Listen to this.

Their neediness is not just neediness.

It's fear....I promise you

No one is more tired of their over-active mind then they are.

They live with it everyday.

It's sometimes difficult to see but there's a beauty in overthinking.

Those people that are most afraid to be hurt.

Are also the ones that love the most

Please appreciate that.

Be there for them.

Tell them that your not going anywhere.

Reassure them.

They are still learning to trust.

They are still learning to let go of their fears.

Because everyone before you has left.

They are fighting everyday to win the biggest battle.

The battle against their own mind

Sapiosexuality is a celebration of the mind 

A desire sparked not by fleeting appearances but by the intricate dance of intellect and curiosity

It's a pull towards shap wit a well tuned phrase a thought lingers like a whispered secret.

To be a sapiosexual is to find the spark of attraction in shared ideas and the vulnerability of a soul laid bare in conversation.

Beyond this, my innate passion weaves together intellect and raw unbridled sensuality, a fire that consumes with both depth and abandon.

My sexuality is not just a physical act but a sympathy of sight, sound and the electricity of connection.

It is a force that craves the intertwining of minds as much as bodies.

Where desire becomes an exploration and intimacy not merely a union but a art form of profound expression. 

Knots are fleeting

Skin will forget a ropes bite

Rope marks will fade 

But the mark you leave on her spirit?

Thats eternal.

Your not just binding her wrists 

Your wrapping your presence around her mind, her breath, her soul.

Anyone can tie a knot, fasten a chain or buckle and cuff. 

But not every man can hold a woman in that space,

Between fear and surrender.

Where her hart races and her soul reaches out to yours

The restraints are simply a object.

The real binding happens in the tension of his command.

The weight of his silence, the gravity of his touch.

When he leads she dosnt just fall into his knots, she 

dissolves into the connection.

And in that moment nothing else exists except trust,

Presence and the unbreakable bond you've built together.

No scissors in the world  can remove that moment.

What if I tell you the truth, and you leave,
vanish like smoke, like I was never real?

What if you see me—no filter, no glow—
just skin, just scars, just a girl you don’t know?

What if you hear me, and the voice is all wrong,
too sharp, too soft—never your song?

What if you touch me, and something is off,
not fire, not warmth—the spark in my eyes no longer you find ?

What if I don’t fit the shape in your mind,
a stranger, a fraud, a love left behind?

What if the words I carved into bone
once held you close, but now cut to the bone?

What if you read all I’ve written, and choke—
too bitter, too jagged, too broken to be hope?

What if you see it—this was never fate,
not fire, not home—just another mistake?

And what if I know how this always ends—
crawl through the wreckage, rebuild, pretend?

What if the lesson is never to learn—
the door always locks, but I always return?

In darkness she walks
He wolf by her side
Her constant companion
Her ever ending guide
She walks along
Steady and slow
No great rush she
Has nowhere to go
The darkness her home
Where night becomes light
She finds herself searching
Throughout the night
She longs for what is lost
Yet it stands before her
What seems so close
Is so far out of sight
She longs for his hand
That once held hers tight
Her soul calls for him
As if whispers in the night
She longs for his control
She longs for troubles
To take flight
She seeks the quietness
The simplicity of grounding
She yearns to please
And hungers to be
By his  side
The wolf in her is ravenous
She craves to be hunted
Though out the night
She seeks the wolf
That lurks through
The night
The hunger that burns
With in her runs deep
In her veins
And burns bright
In the night
She longs for the wolf
To follow her light 

What is it about that “voice”

And, no not the show, my kinky peeps.

The “Voice”, that “Voice”, His “Voice”????!

Holy crap, the voice, you know the one:

●That one that makes you smile so big your cheeks hurt instantly

●That one, that when you hear it and you are around other people, they know you

are up to something naughty or nasty

●That one you can’t even listen to an entire message because that voice makes your girlie bits twinge

●That voice that says cum for me, and you lose it

● That voice that says squirt for me, and you soak everything around you

●That voice that hits you right in the pit of

your stomach and makes you say, oh shit, i‘m in trouble

●That one, you’ll drop to your knees for

●That one you’ll find comfort in and search

for when you need soothing

●That one who will be, behind you or over

you spanking your ass and the next minute

wiping your tear streamed face

●That one, while rubbing your head, says

sir proud of His baby girl

●That one who doesn’t yet realize, the voice

controls everything

●That tone that can change within a instant with a growl that captures your complete attention 

●That’s what that “Voice” does, and you

know the one I’m talking about….. His VOICE….

In darkness she walks alone
Her wolf reminds her she
Must let go
His wise eyes know the
Pain she holds
Sometimes quite yet
Sometimes grips her soul
She pauses and brushes
Her hand against his
Soft coat
It always grounds her soul
He is the only one she has
Know that has never let
Her go
He has forgiveness in his soul
He knows she does not
Mean to mislead
Or hurt any soul
Her soul old
Seen so many life times
So many stories unknown
She takes a deep breath
And allows her self
To remember she knows
Who she really is
Scars remind her of sadness
Of not being enough
Her black wolf nudges
Her and reminds her
Time to get up
Stand tall and strong
Pure and raw
Brush the dirt from
Your kness
Walk with me
Words whisper through
Tress
Carried through the breeze
Scars remind but the do
Not define 

When a dynamic ends... 

Thoughts of a submissive 

Lifestyle dynamics run so much deeper than any vanilla relationship can.

We vet each other for months, we learn each other as much as we can.

We discuss our kink sides our needs, wants, limits ect. And through all this we gain trust and grow fonder of each other, our walls drop and we allow ourselves to be seen. We also learn each other's vanilla worlds, family, work, health ect.

Then in time when trust is earned by both, vetting has happend, how the dynamic will look we may take the next step together on this amazing journey.. As a sub you become our world, our main focus is to please you that's really all a true submissive wants is to be adored for who they are, respected and heard, but we thrive to make sure our Dominants are happy. So I guess I'll get to the point of what happens when a dynamic ends? How does it effect the mind of a submissive?

As subs we follow rules we have routines and structure that we find hard to give ourselves, it becomes part of who we are and how our day runs.. 

It could be they are the first one you speak to in the morning, they could have a journal they give to you each day, they may have a bed time, or they may have check in times, they may have poses they do each night.

There Dominant becomes there safe place, there grounding, there quiet amongst chaos.

When all that suddenly ends they are lost, they may wake up in the morning and go to do something and suddenly realise that world is no longer there.. And that to a submissive can be crushing, they allowed you to be there world and suddenly it is all gone and they are alone to deal with it.. The submissive who used to go to her Dominant with all her troubles, her tears when she was lost or overwhelmed is no longer there. She has to re program her mind to a whole new world, with constant reminders of what she once had.

I think my point to this writting is please remember Dominants that when you dynamic ends don't leave that Sub all alone to try to pick up the peices, her mind overthinks everything, she is probably going through so much self doubt about what she did wrong, or what she could have done better, she may not want to reach about because she feels she may burden you and she is no longer wanted.

Please even though the dynamic is over take care of that submissive, make sure she knows you are still there, help her through the process, allow her to cry on your shoulder, you where her world. Listen to her rant on and on.

In this lifestyle dynamics run so much deeper. And although we may act really tuff and unbreakable, the truth is we can shatter like glass.

Please note this is not a dig at Dominants by any means it is a submissives view and I agree that Dominants can need it just as much.

Crawl
She watches you
She craves more
Than he knows
She craves the beast
To take hold
She sits legs
Spread wide
She knows not to touch
Yet urges take hold .
She is hungry to please
She wishes to crawl
To you and bring him
To his knees
Oh she so wishes to please
To watch his eyes roll
As she pleases
Her body quivers
At the simple thought
She places her hands
On the floor
She glances his way
She starts to crawl
Her eyes never leave
His sight
She is prey crawling
Towards her Hunter
Her hunger grows
Each stride
She reaches his knees
And sits to please
She sees a smirk
He knows what his girl needs
He knows she wants to please
His hand placed on her throat
Bringing her to her knees 

She is pure
She is darkness
Yet she is light
Her eyes bright
Her hart heavy
She walks
Under the moon
Lit sky
Wolf's follow her
Every stride
They growl
Nash there teeth
Her guardian's
They hold her
Broken peices
Out of sight
She is brave
She fears no soul
The darkness her home
Where beautiful lost
Souls call home
She walks among
The pure darkness
Of all lost souls