I’m just sitting here in the wee hours of the morning Sipping coffee editing a book typing blog ideas Thinking about work tonight Thinking about someone. I wonder do other people ever look out in the direction of the person they are thinking of I know that I do
i will step outside and look off to the distant horizon of their location and think…soon.
I prefer the dark aesthetics of Victorian and Gothic style Christmas the rich deep colors, candles lit krampus post cards hanging on a string The Yule cat over the buffalo plaid and old pick up with the tree in the bed decor
don’t get me wrong I do have the nostalgia of 70’s and 80’s decor or multi colored twinkle lights jerky animatronic Santa’s trees covered in silver tinsel I love laying under the tree as a child and listen to the chirping bird ornament
oh how I love a good cup of coffee - black or with creamers Books books books I love to read, yes Audio books count I’ve been on an audiobook kick for the past several months. And my Dragons I have a little sketch dragon I have been drawing since JH I have my guardian dragon in my office who is named Lorcan and my little skeleton dragon who guards the coffees and teas and is called Hugo all this picture needs its yarn,and candles.
i can be found in the dark of night curled on the couch 6 candles lit throughout the house (each room has its own scent pallet) a coffee waiting to be sipped audiobook playing and the clack of my knitting needles.
love with patience, passion, kindness, and understanding. Be the calm in the chaos. The rock for a strong foundation. The heart for warmth and love. And be a little odd.
Good morning alll, hope you slept well had copious amounts of sex and sleep are able to stay snuggled under the covers kissing and touching while sipping the perfect cup of coffee
Bring me painful pleasures. Bound me in ropes, run wax along my flesh. Bite me, my screams so loud as blood runs.
Bend me across the bed, bare my ass, deliver artful blows, order me to scream out. Watch the red welts form.
Feel me tremble in pain and delight. Begging form more through tears and sobs.
Drape me over your lap, imprint your hand on my skin.
Order me to beg for more, to scream your name.
Hold my face in your hands, see the hidden desires
Call me a Good Girl, your Good little Painslut
The heart will send a signal of hope to begin again. Each little piece pulled back together; taped, sewn and glued with a hope and the thought of “what if he…” the heart searches for joy and love.
The heart wants to be placed in loving hands that can make the final stitch to close the wound. Even knowing all the screams and cries. The bleeding out felt with each beat growing colder and colder. But deep inside it remembered the warmth and love that can be.
The heart never gives up
good morning all my kinky peeps! I sit here a 3am sipping coffee, looking out on a dark dark night, waiting…
good morning world. How was your night? Here we survived 70mph winds, prairie fires ( not near me) and a dust storm. Minimal damage. But the sun is not up yet to truly see. Gotta love Kansas. I was ready to be sent to the Land of Oz.
