2 weeks ago. Tuesday, January 6, 2026 at 9:41 PM
I am a contradiction. A woman who by sheer career title must appear strong, unwavering, confident and unyielding and yet in the presence of my dominant I yield, waver, lose my train of thought. His voice makes me tremble in expectation. His touch makes my whole body quiver and ache for him. I find myself submitting to his will and his desire. All I can think of is his pleasure when he is near me. I lose my sense of self and know that he owns me; body, mind and heart.
Yet no one in my past would guess that there is one man and one man alone that could bring me to my knees with one look, one word, one touch. That is the contradiction, what the world sees and what I am in the presence of the man that owns me.