Nice. I would love to find a deserving babygirl to give this to.
It was an ordinary evening, a typical walk. But, for reasons I cannot explain, I wasn’t surprised when I was captured violently and pulled behind a fence on the dark, vacant path I love. I watched calmly and quietly as my attacker pressed me against the cold, damp wood and held a knife to my chest.
I had always had very little fear of death, as I have always believed that what lies on the other side could only be welcome relief from the pain that is living in this world. I’d clung to hope that someday life would provide me purpose. And in those seconds, I was completely at peace.
I knew that this was the moment for my magic to make a difference. This was my chance to infect someone else with kindness and hope. To pass on the light that made it impossible for me to let…
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As it should be.
In a dominant submissive relationship if the submissive decides to follow their own counsel instead of the Council of their Dom and then ends up miserable they have no one to blame but themselves. The Dominants role in the relationship is to protect a submissive and even if the submissive doesn’t understand the directions they are being given they should still follow it for through for the result. If you find yourself in this position as a submissive I believe in most cases you should make your apologies and fall back in line so that you can have the happy relationship that your Dom thought you would so deserve
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Resentment threatens to choke me
Backwashing like bitter bile
Burning the back of my throat
Making me cough and gag
Desperately trying to suppress it
Ignore it, manage the symptoms
Because the cause can not be changed
I desperately try to hold onto neutral
Be grateful for what I have
Rather than want what’s missing
Want – I hate that word
I have wanted my whole marriage
And been denied constantly
And the second I start down that path
I have to reign myself in brutally
Or risk being overtaken by resentment
Until I am mired in it and die from it
Like a noxious element, it kills your soul
Like an invasive plant, it chokes native species
Every day I battle my demon into submission
And then woken up from restless dreams
Filled with longing and the physical aches
Of a body long neglected or used
For the single…
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