peapod

So here I am...trying to figure out why I am here. I mean do I honestly think there is a chance of finding someone on here? Is that what I am looking for? And if I find someone ~ am I a sub, or a slave? Is there a difference? What is it I long for? That fills my dreams and tangles my sheets? Is it something I can let go of, or should I embrace it? I've taken this step ~ now what? Do I need someone to hold my hand, tell me that I am not crazy to want this ~ that it isn't wrong?

He seems so cold and calculated.
Nothing is ever debated, cuz
It’s his way or the highway.

His arrogant grin makes me
as wet as sin, and the worse
part is that he knows it.

He tugs a handful of my hair,
I whimper low, he smiles
and tugs it again.

My lip between his teeth,
feels the sharpness of his bite,
I taste the tinkle of my blood.

He knows that I’m wet, yep
He’s willing to bet that I’m
dripping between my legs.

I hate that he knows,
I hate that he’s right,
I hate that I beg for more.

He knows how to use me,
tho never abuse me,
because this is what I need.

And as long as I beg, and
as long as I plead, he will
be back to give it to me.

Please...

Obsessions
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session
with 4 young mothers & their small children.

"You all have obsessions," he observed.

To the 1st mom he said, "You are obsessed with eating.
You've even named your daughter Candy."

He turned to the 2nd mom, "Your obsession is money.
It manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."

To the 3rd mom he said, "Your obsessed with alcohol.
So much so that you named your daughter Brandy."

At this point, the 4th mom got up, took her little
boy by the hand & whispered, "Come on, Dick...let's go."