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

 

 

  Ropes are inanimate objects, they hold no feelings. 

But in skilled hands they become so much more.

They carry the life, the words, the feelings of the hands they run through.

Ropes are nothing, they are simply fibers bound together and knotted.

But in skilled hands they become lines connecting one point to another. Holding strong and true.

Ropes simply just are.

But in skilled hands they lust after, desire, devour, tether to, build trust, draw out, trust, and love pure and deep. 

 

But… in untrained hands

They become lashings in pain and anguish

They weather and become worn

They hurt and consume

They hate and burn 

They restrict 

They take

They kill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 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…