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Chemistry and connections are vital. Looking to meet new people, make some friends and explore the realms this site explores. Both the Ds side and when possible the vanilla aspects of our lives.
We all have desires, needs, dreams and even fears that should be explored and exposed. Whats your secret... Care to share yours?
I am a Dominant male. I prefer a woman with a submissive edge - either new to exploring or a developed sense of their submission. There is no ideal I seek, but rather its an exploration. Its not always all about sex its also about connections - making them on some level emotional, intellectual, physical, psychological, sexual or some combination of them all. Everything else falls into place when you make the right connections.
I love ,spankING, OTK, bondage, servitude. Into exploring the darker and wilder sides of erotica. Passionate, sensual and creative -- but with an edge. Also into exploring Ds BDSM.
I like getting inside a submissives head and exploring. Seeking a woman who has the need and desire to explore and push beyond where she has gone before. Talk to me, what harm is there in that. Nothing wrong with meeting new friends.
Share your secrets and I will share mine.
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Breathe...
My fist full of her hair, it always changes her breathing.
Or is it the position I have placed her in that does it.
It starts to change when I first bind her wrists,
it quickens when her ankles are secured and spread.
It becomes deeper as I trace my finger from her nipple to her tummy
and almost raspy by the time she feels the leather flogger bite her flesh.
The rasp in her breathing becomes accented with a moan
by the time I cup her breast and bite her erect nipple and kiss her neck.
By the time I grab her hair and wrap it into my fist and pull her head back
I have to remind her to breathe... |
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Tangled sheets
Turned down sheets, down cast eyes
a stillness in the air.
Dampness from the night clings to the room
her silhouette looks so small in the grey morning light
the curves of her hips and breast throwing shadows on her flesh.
Debris from the night lay strewn about...
empty wine glasses, the smell of smoke,
a candle all but snuffed out by its own dripping wax
silk and jeans, leather and steel.
ropes and scarves laying amidst the tangle of sheets...
...a tangle of sheets... like tangled thoughts...
holding their secrets yet giving up hints. |
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her shyness falls away and drips down between her thighs.
her boldness becomes more exposed as her submission slips deeper.
an hour ago she was too polite to ask for another drink and now here
she lays beneath me, moaning to be filled, punished and used.
she draws me deeper with the way she moves her open thighs,
using those legs she was so hesitant to spread for my determined
gaze just a short while ago.
her usually soft voice is now hoarse and desperate as she slips between demands
and begging ... begging for her desires to be met.
she now ignores the clock that earlier she was keeping track of
as we slip deeper into night and deeper into our cravings. |
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December Dies.
It's a mix of gray and blue clouds this morning.
The ice has reclaimed the puddles that yesterdays Sun had warmed.
The scent of burning wood fills the heavy, moist early morning air.
My own warm breath creates a fog that trails behind me for a moment...
in a twisted dance of death.
And so, December slowly dies. |
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“Attention is the rarest
and purest form of generosity.”
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| Age: 25 |
| Sacramento,
California |
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