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Learn to love. Not the type of love that is constricting and controlling. Not the smothering and jealous love that causes pain, anguish and anxiety.

A love that is open, transparent and free flowing. A love borne from acceptance, protection, caring and sharing of experiences.

A love that is not driven by expectations, but rather grows from the unconditional acceptance of another being who grows, ebbs, flows and changes. A love that thrives on the reactive nature of two becoming one.

A love that blossoms and strengthens as it discovers another and forges its way through the universe with one goal in mind.

To create that place within each other called home.

Learn to love. In its purest of forms...

Home isn’t a physical building.

The building we live in is simply a place of residence.

Where we collect unnecessary items.

To create a place of temporary comfort.

Through aesthetic placement.

Until we get bored and want to change those physical things.

The decor.

The furniture.

The ornaments.

The chattels.

The replaceable things.

Home is much more than that.

It has significance.

It has meaning.

It is so so much more.

It’s connection.

It’s safety.

It’s sharing.

It’s bond.

It’s emotion.

It’s mistakes.

It’s annoyance.

It’s frustration.

It’s learning.

It’s discussion.

It’s forgiveness.

It’s negotiation.

It’s awareness.

It’s compassion.

It’s desire.

It’s need.

Home is found in the arms or presence of another.

Home is found in what you share with another.

As well as what you emotionally build with them.

But what explains it best?

To me it’s a simple statement that says so much.

It’s becoming her favourite place to go.

Whether she has had a bad day or a good one…

Beautiful is the one

That recognises your hidden demons.

And rises to meet and fight those demons with you.

The one that can tell when you need help.

Even when you yourself may not realise it.

The one that reaches out.

Taking your hand protectively.

In a simple gesture that says to all.

They are under my protection.

They belong to me.

They are mine…

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Controlling her.

Grabbing her by the throat, slamming her forcefully into that wall behind her.

Making her realise that she no longer has control of the situation.

Forcing her to her knees as you position your cock in front of her mouth.

Ready to force her lips open as you plan to pleasure yourself with her.

To use her mouth and throat.

Enjoying feeling her struggle as your cock begins to part her lips as you pressure your way into her mouth.

Growling at her to feed on you.

Her existence at this moment is simple.

To taste you.

To feel you.

To pleasure you.

To worship you...

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I’m enjoying looking at you.

Strapped down onto your back and restrained.

Your legs pulled up, knees around your ears.

Unable to move.

Under my complete control.

Your cunt and ass exposed.

I spit on my fingers.

I hear you inhale quietly as my hand spreads your cheeks.

Your asshole puckers, as my wet fingers probe your tight hole, preparing it for what is to come.

Your breathing begin to quicken and labour, as your fear begins to combine with excitement.

I get excited, feeling your fear heighten as I whisper into your ear that I am going to penetrate your tight little ass.

I hear you whimper, as you feel the head of my cock press against your asshole.

I enjoy listening to you groan, as you feel the pressure of my cock prepare to penetrate.

My head rears back and my growl begins to intensify.

I had treated you like a gentleman earlier.

I am no fucking gentleman anymore.

I am going to give you what you came here for.

My brutality.

You, your tight little fucking ass, your tears and your screams are fucking mine now...

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I place you on your knees in front of me.

Wrists bound and secured behind you.

Soft, supple leather the binding of choice.

Your panties torn from you.

Wet and drenched in your own excitement and lust.

Forced into your mouth

To muffle the screams yet to come.

My open hand connects loudly.

Flesh meeting flesh as my hand lands on your right breast.

The fingers of my other hand slipping into the wetness of your cunt.

The invasive penetration bringing your body to life.

I look at you, kneeling so instinctively.

Understanding your place.

Wanting to earn the right to serve.

To be used.

Fucked.

Brutalised.

Your eyes beg of me to take you.

To force you.

To use you.

How, where and when I see fit.

Use you for my own selfish pleasure.

Your eyes catch mine and plead for me to fuck you.

Claim you.

Hurt you.

Destroy you…

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“His will, his pleasure, his desire…”

“He forced her head down onto his cock, adjusting his position, feeling the tip of his cock at the opening of her throat, as he pushed her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat, enjoying the sounds of her gagging...”

Bend her over.

Force her to her hands and knees.

Grab a fistful of hair.

Rip her head back so that she is forced to look you in the eyes.

Whisper nasty, filthy things in her ear.

Mount her roughly.

As you drive your cock deep into her.

Fuck her in ferocious and nasty ways.

Use her.

Hard.

Fast.

Savagely.

Grab her jaw with both hands.

Force your fingers inside her mouth.

Pulling her back against you.

Making her feel your power.

Your control.

Your ability to manhandle and control her.

The way you stretch and fill her.

Where she is nothing more than a hole for you to use.

Thrust deeper, harder, faster.

As the urgency builds within you.

Listen to her moan as you drive your cock into her relentlessly.

Finish inside her as you growl the words

”You fucking belong to me now…”

She wants to get comfortable.

With the rhythm of your heartbeat next to hers.

She wants to feel safe.

Like the safety that can only be found in the arms of the one who cares for her.

She wants to feel satisfied.

Like the satisfaction found in her giving him pleasure.

She wants to feel passion.

Like the passion found when he kisses her soul.

She wants to feel love.

Like the love found when he cradles and protects her heart…