There’s something weighing on me, and sadly it’s not the weight of a hand wrapped around my neck. I wish it were…and I think that’s what’s wrong. I think…I’ve been away from the scene too long. Although for good reason now I feel…hungry. I want to devour and be devoured. I also I feel a sense of caution.
I want to be devoured yes but I also want to draw clear lines. I need someone to be able to communicate and not just sex.
Besides the serious problem of above mentioned there’s the source of my sexual frustration. Femme power. And not in the sense of exuding it. I want to be over powered by a Goddess, other than the one residing within. I want that hand that’s tightly wrapped around my neck in my imagination to be a that of a woman’s. I want her wet, dripping heat to be pressed against my lips, and I mean both the ones on my face and the ones between my legs. I want to be called her pretty slut while she teases and mocks me.
But then the scene in my head will drift. And that hand will become a hard callous one. Soft, teasing laughs turn to hard growls and the gentle toying turns to rough torment. Possessive greedy hands. Hungry eyes devouring me. Greedy hands clutching me.
As you can see my type for Dommes and Doms vary drastically and yet…
I want to be devoured in both these ways
Both separately and together.
I think….I’m going crazy.
