If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

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 is such an odd little creature. It feels every pain and hurt. It feels every joy and delight. It will dance when there is a love it has never felt before. It will laugh so loud when the warmth of love takes hold. It will scream when there is haunting pain. It hears every cutting word, it hears every cry, It will crack and fall to millions of shattered bits. 

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. 

Can you feel her heart ache miles away? Do you notice the joy and excitement in her smile, in her eyes?

Do you feel the trust she is giving you? Can you feel the devotion she desires to give you? Can you feel the tears welling in her eyes as she thinks she may have let you down? Can you feel the tremble of her bottom lip as she worries. 

 

Can you feel her smile grow wide when she thinks about you? Can you feel her heartbeat increase when she thinks of you? Can you feel the warmth and compassion she wants to offer you? Do you feel her strength grow knowing she would fight for you?

 

Can you feel her giving all to you? Can you feel her desires to be in service to you? Can you feel her nightly whispers for you to sleep well? Can you feel her patiently waiting to greet you each and every morn? 

 

Can you feel her resting close? Do you feel her hand slip into yours? Squeezing your leg? Breathing you in? Do you feel her soft long kisses- that whisper her desires for you?

 

Primal Submission 

It’s not words in a book. 

Submission is  a primal desire that burns deep within me. I cannot give it a definition as it predates spoken words. I just know That I am to be his 

 

 I feel there are ancient protocols of giving myself to my Master. Traditions carried on for generations.ceremonies that I have yet to be privy to.  They have been taught from a Master to his apprentice and down the line they go.  

 

I’ve learned of one ceremony of the binding of two, and my heart aches to be there someday. To be chosen as his, to be claimed and bound by blood and a rose and  flame. 

 

My submission is not just offering my body for feeding the sexual desires of my Master, it’s primal and profoundly deep. It’s understanding and being at peace and at one with him. To serve him with joy and love

 

in a few short hours my tour will be done and I will be on my 3 days off. There will be flavored coffee, big comfy blankets, and candles lit  to spend my days in relaxation.