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As I mentally toy with this side of me I wonder should I ask for more? What is too much... or are my desires not enough. Exploring, wanting, fearing. Sweet pain I breath for. I close the door reluctantly until the key is to heavy to carry. Here I am. Waiting.... the delicious strappings against my skin. Here is my place.
5 years ago. Friday, November 20, 2020 at 4:02 AM

So cliche. Talking about my subject line. Had no other way to identify my topic tonight. So I will start with the  normal boring opening: hey there it’s been a while since I have blogged, wrote, texted, subjected people to my naughty thought process via pounding my most nasty experiences on my keyboard. After a few encounters, some very sexy, although anti-climatic encounters,I came  to the conclusion that I would post about my dry spell and initiate a convo about what to do in between the vanilla life experiences versus the forbidden. So I went on a date. Found it boring. It’s ok. Not his fault. Was eager to please. Not in the way I need . Desire. Expecting more can be a hard task. Can someone just be truthful and ask for the forbidden? Taboo? How wish I could be forthright and ask. Ummm hey there, I need a man to spank me hard, tell me what to do, while I beg to be dominated. How does one navigate this lifestyle? Feedback is greatly appreciated. 

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