Lean in, kiss me. Can you taste the excitement on my lips? Cause I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. The moment you get close, I feel it. A current of anticipation flows through me. Electricity.
A few weeks ago, I took the BDSM test and learned that I am 84% submissive. This didn’t surprise me. I’ve always really enjoyed encounters where the men in my life take the lead, but also respect that I have a good brain and solid opinions. That said, it always takes a few challenges to said “men in my life” in order to earn my trust and respect.
Tonight, in my bedroom, it’s very quiet. I lay in my bed alone listening to the still of the night. The lights are off, but the moon shines in through the shutters then onto my bed and the ceiling above.
Do you remember, Sir? That night, you became my Dom and I was terrified to disappoint you.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm writing about today, but I knew I wanted the title of my post to be "foolish mistake." That is what I was recently told I was making by not clearing room in my life to date this guy.
I was so happy to see your smiling face... and then you waved. Before saying a word, you told me we would be ok. Next to you, the air left my body and the edges of my mouth settled upward in a smile.
There's such a misperception of polyamory out here. I certainly understand how different it is from what most people are used to, but I feel like I'm always on guard waiting for a misunderstanding. Here’s why.
I think my bratty tendencies probably flare up in instances where I'm testing my lovers' trustworthiness.
So, if you've read my last two entries (Campfire Chronicles) then you know I'm a little BDSM curious. Okay, maybe a lot...
There are moments when the world closes in on me quickly. Moments when I have forgotten how full-tilt crazy things can get in just a blink.