on snowy and icy mornings I too would want to slip into a giant cup of coffee and let the snow fall all around me. But no, I am not a dragon who happens to have the tub sized mug to submerge into.
so I will wish all of you a happy morning.
oh to be this lil dragon on a cool morning. Good morning my friends. Have a good day and enjoy your coffee exactly the way you like it.
just a simple good morning to all. May your coffee be as dark as my humor. Hugs and kisses
good morning world. It’s a snowy morning and will soon be my day off. Coffee and writing a book is in store.
My Body My Master
My Mind; holds all thoughts of my Master, holding all his stories
My Eyes; watch my Master intently, light with fires of primal desires when he looks back at me, and soften when he smiles. I see into his depth as he pulls me into his.
My mouth and Lips; caress my Master's ears, press to his lips. They whisper haunting tales, and speak “I love you”, pressing upon your skin
My Lungs; inhales my Master’s spirit as his mouth presses to mine. My air intertwines with his.
My Throat; swallows his pain and mistakes, and will erupt with fiery vengeance if harm comes. and wears the firm grip of my Master’s hand.
My Voice; is soft and caring, loud and raging, wavering yet solid. A voice only he can hear when I call for him. My words bring him peace and strength.
My Breasts; are for Master's comfort and nourishment, he may rest close feeling the warmth and my soft flesh.Taking me into his mouth, my arms cradled around him protectively
My Heart; even when wounded finds love and compassion. Cracked and molded back into shape, to be placed in my Masters hands.
My Arms and Hands; cling tightly around my Master, his hand placed over mine firmly against his chest.
My Fingers; running along every one of my Master’s scars and marks seen and unseen, asking for every story, and every truth.
My Womb; to be primal and giving. Wanting and craving my Masters seed.
My Legs and Feet; strong and powerful stay firmly planted in all storms. Will run to my Master when called.
My Flesh; soft and kind. Warm and inviting. Needing my Masters caresses and marks.
My Spirit; rises and falls,scared and damaged. To be scorched and engulfed in my Masters fiery breath, to rise up from ashes of my past, to wrap itself as one with my Master.
Some days I can articulate the the way I feel. Weaving words into a tapestry of my thoughts displaying a vibrant world. Other times Its a piece of music.
The embers deep within are glowing. The heat is rising and spreading. My spirit is starting to thaw. The fibers of my being snapping to life.
I still feel the pain as icy blood still flows in my veins. I want to dash the embers and let my body drop back down into the Abyss, to remain hidden and lost forever.
I inhale deeply with eyes closed tight, holding my breath.
All the rage and fear, every self doubt churns deep within
My lungs burn, I open my mouth and scream “NO!”. I scream so loud the icy wall begins to crack, and moan
I want to breathe fire, torching the icy fingers that hold me in place to end this icy tundra
The embers dance and grow, glow hotter and hotter.
Oh how it burns, as I stoke the fires with all my fears and doubt.
The ice melting, steam rising, tears falling, releasing all that holds me back
My heart ignites, the embers travel rising up. The beats of my heart grow stronger and stronger.
I reach out and hold my hand open wanting my fingers to intertwine with another's.
To have my flesh pressed against his.
My heart beats loud and strong filled with fire and glowing embers to love.
The life of a nocturnal Lil Dragon, on their day (aka Night) off
I lounged
I ate girl dinner
I danced in candle light
I walked in the clear dark night
I colored
I did the domestic duties of the house
I procrastinated on editing a book
I scrolled on line
I drank copious amounts of coffee, which of course made me sleepy.
I am not rainbows, nor glitter or the outwardly adorable cuteness. I am more dragons, bats and gargoyles all wrapped up in leather, and deep earthen colors.
I am a little who is also a slave, whose heart is huge and loving and wants to serve with every fiber of my being. To hold my stuffie as my Master ties me with ropes. To color as he lays a perfect hand-print on my backside. To read from my favorite book and her drips wax across my breasts
I am a timid creature who will rise up to the occasions at hand, to bring her Master all he desires. For feeding his desires makes my spirit grow and grow.
I am the masochist to his sadist. Craving the pain, the lashings, the ropes, the wax. Running to my Master when I am called his Lil Slave.
I am quiet to the world around us, but to him he hears all the desires bursting from my chest and mind, he sees the fires burn inside me, feels the heat as the embers erupt.
I will not fear my Master for he will know me and knows my limits, guiding me to new sensations, teaching me training as a Master should for his slave.
The day is about over. But I send out love and respect to those who I know that served. You carried the weight. Thank you for all you did.
