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It has been brought to My attention that the first impression I give is not what one might expect in a Dominant. As that is a fair estimation, you may consider this fair warning.
Have you ever gotten to the 'About Me:' section and cursed the designer and all their descendants for asking you to describe yourself? The toast is about to burn the toaster.
Exquisite passion.
Verbatim expression.
Ponderous contemplation.
Refulgent creativity.
Inherent contradiction.
Intuitive excellence.
Prodigal proficiency.
Loquacious eccentricity.
Sporadically punctilious.
"He's an idiot, but amazingly self-aware"
I come from a very sheltered background, and have since left it behind. While this will oft prove painfully apparent in My broad inexperience I would advise not to mistake that lack of experience for ineptitude. Any more details on this I would be taking the fun out of honing My answer to the same repeated questions.
I am a intensely passionate sensualist possessed of a way with words and an interest in BDSM. I come alive when My passion is ignited; My ideas manifest rapid-fire, My creativity proves staggering and My eyes flare with the radiance of a Man in perfect control of His world.
The rest of the time I am bored, observing, killing time, or just smiling.
Most intuitively My passions are tantric, though I've grown bemused at My own range of kinkiness of late. Suffice to say, I like to take My time in whatever I do.
Of all verbal interactions, I enjoy a good banter.
Speak, little one.
Excite Me.
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I awoke in the middle of the night with a question on My mind:
What is time?
'Time is the space between one space in space and another space in space that one has to do work.'
Or, if that one bothers you as much as it did the imaginary classroom My character first said it in:
'Time is a machination of the human mind used to measure the period since, until, or the duration thereof an event has/will/will be occurred/occur/occurring.'
So really, if you ever say that you don't have enough time to do something, all you are actually saying is that your mind is not flexible enough to get the job done.
On that note, I went back to sleep.
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There is beauty in silence.
Sometimes I am perfectly happy just sitting in silent admiration. Of course, awkwardness is a choice and I find it to be quite cute at times, annoying at others.
I ask, if one cannot appreciate silence, what it is they are trying to block out with the chatter? |
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Again, written as a vanilla a number of years ago, this time with someone special in mind, but still enjoyable. If my works bring you pleasure I would love to hear from you.
Honeymoon
I dream of the day we'll be together
The night we spend in eachother's arms
Petals of roses, a tickling feather
Paling in the wake of each Lover's charms
I know the day our eyes first meet
We'll know we've found our counterpart
Our kindred souls in hastened beat
Unified with that of our racing heart
I shudder to think of our first touch
The joyous hunger in each caress
Nothing else desired nearly so much
To spend my life with thee, my mistress
I tremble while pondering our first kiss
Those succulent lips for which I crave
Meeting mine in such boundless bliss
My lips for thee alone I save
I flutter to consider our bodies' first contact
To wrap thee up in mine loving embrace
The consummation of our eternal contract
To finally see you, face to face
I ache to lay mine hands upon thee
To gently stroke every inch of thine skin
To watch the fire my fingers imbue
To find the treasures buried deep within
I long to coax erect thine bursting bosoms
To suckle at thine august peaks
Tracing thine texture of lilac blossoms
Mine lips smiling at thine lustful shrieks
I yearn to taste thine slickened moisture
To delve my tongue into thine clandestine
Propping up thine arch?composure
Driving to climax mine purring feline
I swollenly strain to atone with thine flesh
To plunge inside thee, to claim thee mine own
On this night of wonders our souls will mesh
In sweet undulation my seed be sown
I thirst to smoulder in our afterglow
Creating worlds between our eyes
Upon thee love a promise I bestow
Never undone shall be these ties |
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This was written as a vanilla, a number of years ago. Enjoy, and if it brings you pleasure, I would like to hear from you.
I had written personals ads before. I had written them in the form of poetry, I wrote
them using a quote, I wrote them very straight forward, and I've written them
open-ended. I've written posts looking for like minds, posts asking a question, hell,
I had even written them for a friend of mine. This was the last one I was going to
write. I had been fed up. No more pouring effort into these things for absolutely
no returns.
To my surprise, I had responses right away. Tons of them. As always, almost more
than half of them were spam, and some of them I had already met. But there were
a few that I was interested in. Not to my surprise, that interest faded away shortly
after getting to know them for one reason or another. A couple days went by and I
just smiled. That's it; I'll never have to do that again. I'll know nothing comes of it,
it’s been proven to me time and time again. I put it from my mind.
But, being hopeless romantic that I am, I kept checking my email first thing when
I woke up, first thing when I got home.
I noted with mild interest that I had gotten another reply. I opened it, and was
taken aback. This one has promise! I brought my hand to my chin as I kept reading.
This could be it... She's funny, she's intelligent, and she obviously has a passion
for language. Just reading what she wrote me made me want to write, want to
compose.
I laugh aloud at a particularly witty riposte to my post and my grin widens. I read
through her perfect last first date and quirk an eyebrow; a passion and sensuality
to match my own?
I roll my fingers and prepare to write my reply, and scroll down to see the picture.
I stop.
"oh. my. god."
She's stunningly gorgeous. I sit back in my chair. My eyes flutter and the breath
catches in my throat as I imagine running my hand over her face, through her hair,
down her.... *shudder*
It takes me a moment, but I sit back up to start my reply. I go back to the first line
and am just about to craft my hook, and then doubt knocks on the back door of my
mind. He lets himself in and settles himself in the spectator's seat. I notice, but try
to ignore his presence until he starts asking the usual questions: what if... do you
really think... she’s probably just... this is just another one of those...
I square myself, direct my attention to the doubts, and erase their existence, one by
one. They never helped anyone.
I write the reply, commenting on her writing, and letting her know she's very attractive.
I attach a picture, and send it off.
With that, I get up, and I put the whole thing from my mind. This has happened before,
and I know the way it’s gone in the past. I decide I'm not even going to try to hope
this one is real. The reply is sent, my job is done.
I get up and set my mind to the task at hand.
I check my email the next day, like usual.
She had replied. I look over the reply, searching it for links to some website.
Nothing. Hmm. I read through the reply, and it seems legit. I read it again, this time
paying attention to the feelings that come up, and the excitement starts building.
We exchange a few emails, eventually swapping phone numbers, and she comments
on how she loves my voice. I smile at the third time hearing that, and ask if she ever
does any singing, saying she could, with a voice like that.
We agree to meet at Stanford's on the waterfront. God, I hope it’s worth the drive
this time.
The weekend comes, and I have butterflies in my stomach all day. I'm excited, like I
haven't been excited in so long... My world is brighter, and nothing is getting this
smile off my face. My confidence is up and I'm looking forward to the day.
I get myself ready, and start the drive up there, listening to some of my favorite
music with a new appreciation.
When I get to the area, I drive around a bit, looking for her. She's no where to be
found, but that's fine, I'm early. I park my car, and take a seat to wait for her.
The clock rolls around to the time we agreed on, and I get up and walk to the front
of Stanford's. My stomach leaps and I smile. I turn around and there she is, a vision
of beauty coming straight for me.
Thankfully, I regain the use of my arms and mouth as she approaches. I greet her,
we embrace, and I'm lucky her fragrance doesn't knock me completely senseless,
she smells so good.
I open the door for her and we go inside to order drinks. We take our seats, but
my chest doesn't seem to know that, it’s flipping and I'm thankful that's all I have
to deal with, considering all I can seem to think about is touching her, teasing her
skin, holding her close, kissing her...
I close that part of my mind in a room and watch her as we speak, considering her
words, the way she's holding herself, the way her lips are moving, where her eyes
are going, the way they seem to get bigger whenever our eyes meet...
The hours roll by, and I wouldn't have known except for the fact that I was acutely
aware of every minute I had to fight the rebellion, and I hoped she didn't notice my
occasion fidgeting.
It’s about time to go, so I offer to walk her to her car. She smiles, and I take her
hand as we leave, escorting her to her car.
We stop at her car and I turn to her, only to find her already stepped in close and
coming in to kiss me. My eyes widen in surprise for a moment, but I slide my hands
up her back and kiss her back, pulling her against me. My mind is exploding as the
kiss becomes more insistent, her kisses are fireworks to my flaring senses, her body
wildfire grinding against my own. I spin us around and pin her against her car,
pushing against her, and pulling her lips between my own to caress them with my
tongue. She responds immediately and intensely, wrapping her arms around me
and time blurs into eternity as we lose our selves in the sensations.
Slowly, I pull away, breathing hard and crafting worlds between our eyes. My mouth
opens to speak, but I find myself moaning instead as she lunges in to resume the
kiss. I smile at her enthusiasm, and pull her tighter against me, and we are both
intensely aware of my swollenness between our sliding hips and her nipples pricking
my flesh as I crush her breasts under my chest. I draw my fingernails up her neck and
take a fistful of her hair to pull her head back, knowing she can feel my smile at her
sharp intake of breath. Squeezing her against me with my other arm, I move my kiss
to her neck just below her ear. I suck the flesh of her neck against my teeth and pull
her head back farther to stiffen my tongue and slide it up her throbbing jugular. I kiss
her there one last time and pull away slightly to let my head rest there and ask if she
will come with me. I smile at the mental image of her eyes as she frantically considers
everything going through her mind, unconscious of her breasts heaving against my
chest, hips wiggling and grinding beseechingly under mine.
When she finally asks if I will respect her in the morning, I kiss her gently under the
ear and whisper, "I have every respect for a woman who knows what she wants
and goes after it."
Rising up to look her in her shiny eyes, I give her instructions to follow the blue
camaro.
We arrive and park, I again walk over to wrap my arm around her and set my hand
in the small of her back to lead her to the door. She is kissing my neck slowly and
deliberately, and I fumble slightly with the keys at a quick nibble.
I drop my jaw a bit and my eyes squint as I look down at her. "That was naughty," I
tell her, as I bring her inside, and sweep her off her feet. She is nothing but coy little
smiles and making eyes at me as I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I set
her down on the bed and sit down next to her, leaning down to pull her lower lip into
my mouth. As I slide my hand up her side her breathing catches and she reaches to
start unbuttoning my shirt, just tearing it off in frustration by the time she's halfway
through the buttons. She wraps her arm around my neck and drags me down over
her and onto my back, starting her kisses at my neck, down my chest, nibbling at a
nipple, and flicking her tongue teasingly across my stomach. As she starts to unbuckle
my belt I pull in a ragged breath and sit up, chest first. I pull her back up to me and
kiss her, laying her down and propping myself over her.
"I haven't felt this way in a long time. I'm going to take my time with you, as much
as I want to tear those clothes off you right now and take you right here on the floor."
Her lazy, wicked smile tells me better than any words, either would be fine with her.
She knows this is only the start of a long, wonderful night to come.
I lean in to kiss her, using them to promise that, and much more. |
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