SkyFullOfStars

It sure seems like there are many, many Dominants on this site that *want* to find a sub who will desire, obey, heed, do, etc. as they direct 

and tell them to do, but when I ask them, Are you worth it? they often get angry and defensive. I think instead the smart and experienced

Dominant will indeed be able to answer that question from an interested submissive with an accurate, honest, and appealing list of how they 

have taken care and managed themselves well, first and foremost. 

I stand firmly in the Do as I say Do as I do camp within a dynamic. So many men who contact me aren't Dominant at all, and the first sign

is that they cannot or have not positively Dominanted themselves to a level of respectabilty and dare I say excellence, that both enhances themselves

and attracts a potential sub to their side. Read that again! 

We all have physical issues, personality issues, baggage, etc., that we have acquired over the decades, and I can't fault anyone for 

living life, but it's ALL in what we do with said issues and baggage that makes the Dominant and makes the sub a good match. And please, have the

astuteness to know when someone is on your level or not. Think Like Attracts Like, or at least start there when contacting or considering a potential. 

Be honest with yourself and that person, and always look in the mirror before heading out! 

So many Doms who contact me here always seem to assume I'm full of all these unfulfilled fantasies about kink and a dom sub dynamic that are 

unrealized, offering their cocks, hands, and sometimes even their minds to lead me down the path into my subconscious of dark desires. 

Maybe those kind of offers entice other women on this site, ones who have had only dreams of scratching their itches, so to speak, but 

hey fellas, if you have read my profile and my journals, you would know I have a great lifetime of experience for us to begin with. 

That alone should elevate our initial conversations above the fray. 

What I'm seeking here, what I'm seeking from you, is your extra special sauce and inner sanctum of domination, control, sensuality, experiences, etc. that all impact you and bring you to this current wonderful state of being you in all your learned kink glory.

So that we may dive together into the depth that our conjoined minds and sexuality and dominance and submission can open before us when we conspire to love and serve and liberate to build a fortress of dynamic. 

So please don't ask me to tell you a dark longing I've held my tongue about, because the most sexy longing I'm desiring most is to have you 

meld your mind and body and spirit into me so I can become truly yours forever. 

One of these days...

I'll find a Dominant that sticks around, that is thoughtful, that can hold up over time, that is fit, that is educated, that can laugh, that is disciplined, that is caring, that is insightful, that gets up and moves forward after a setback, that plans ahead, that tries every single day, that is growth oriented...a Dominant JUST LIKE ME. 

For that will be the Dominant that I can respect, be loyal to, and submit to. 

And any Dom that owns a Barcalounger can just turn around now.

I'm sure you're a great guy, but I'm sorry, no. Just no.

Thanks! 

Dear God(ess), 

I just know that there is a Dominant around here that thinks actively, emots healthily, cares deeply, feels intensely, and dominates percisely. 

Could you let him know I'm here? That I'm still holding on to wit, wisdom, libido, heart, and clarity of mind awaiting his arrival? 

Could you please have him contact me? Like soon? Like before I give up hope and become a lesbian? 

Thanks so much! I so appreciate you! 

Sincerely,

Sky 

Saw this on a profile here, and I agree! 

STRONG WOMEN INTIMIDATE BOYS AND EXCITE MEN

But would I talk about my need for your attention?

Talk about my desires for naked intimacy, so close and nearly breathless, kisses sweet and juicy, long and short, tongues and fingers intertwining as I try to lick and suck every square inch of your body, the honorarium of your gift and my reception, the stoke of your cock into my opening mouth, hungry to be fed, to be filled, to be possessed by you, penetrated, taken, lust smeared over my uplifted breasts, over my mound, rubbed against my clit, hands pulling it aside with eager participation, equally wanting to lay back, but also to lay you back, concentrate on your growling desire now being swirled with my saliva, my love wetness, stoking you into my mouth, your hips thrusting, your words spoken of being your slut, the one that will get to be used, our passion exalted between us, like a plug into an electrical outlet of my holes....my chant of yes Daddy, yes Daddy...both silent, murmured, coming out loud in my head as I join you on the edge of our orgasm...ride it, babe, ride it...

That's what I would talk about.

Open letter to all the weirdos who keep writing me weird shit: 

I often get what probably is canned messages from men here, and it's so disappointing and disillusioning. 

Dude. Don't send out a message like this to someone you don't even know! The likelihood of a normal woman liking it and replying to it is infinitesimally small! Quit thinking with your dick! 

I, and, again, the vast majority of thoughtful women, would no more reply to show interest in this kind of slobbering trite than they would step off a curb in front of a bus! 

Grow up, man! Stop being so desperate! Get a life! Get outdoors! Do some volunteer work! Stop wanking all the time! And def stop watching so much porn! 

You MAY be a great guy under all the porn induced delusions, but no one will ever know it if you don't stop making these lame attempts at wannabe Dom guy shit. This is not what being a Dom or Master is even about! You are not a white knight, you are an idiot. Get a clue, get real, and stop writing me these I want to take you to my castle in the sky email propositions! 

You can thank me later. 

Damn it. What is the magic elixir of who can Dominate me? Whether or not it's mental or sexual, it's like a freaking black hole for me! I think some of it must be a drop of humilation, control, power exchange (but it's much more then that, cause if a Dom tried that on me and it's not a good fit, I'll just laugh) as much as I resist that thought, it's apparent to me these days that some part of being out on a limb mentally, so to speak, is very exciting to me, and if done right, gets me very wet very quickly, and into a deep sexual submissive space. But really, it's not about orders, calling me certain names, it's about the mental game! But what *exactly* is that? Power, control, authority, desire, masculinity. 

I would love to have a smart and savvy Dom talk to me about this! 

Recently I meet a Dominant on here that, in all honesty, had me at a hot panty drop within a week! I mean, seriously, he unleashed my libido. It was HOTTTT. It was sexy! Why was he so different? 

And he wasn't the first; I've met many Doms that could get me to undress with a look, I so craved their attention and needed their desire. But that was it. It was so obvious that other than sex we had virtually nothnig to talk about, no realy mutual connection of any intellect, no lead up, aftercare. So frustrating! So I fucked and masturbated like a frenetic sex doll for as long as it lasted, crying into my pillow for a Dom that would also engage me mentally on a subject other than his hard cock. I mean that's wonderful, great, but I need more. I want to travel, to deeply engage and talk, to explore the bigger life, to get out and make fantastic adventures, make a home. 

Can I have both? Is it possible to find both? Can we find both? 

I'm trying so hard to share and give the keys to this kitten to someone worthy! I'm tired of the dichotomy. Fuck my brain, my heart, my pussy. I know you're out there! 

Will You Love Me?

 

I wrote that word control to you yesterday and it must have gotten deep into me.

I woke up this morning so fucking wet and hot! Like I was right in the middle of some Daddy's masturbation...I was on my back, legs spread, rubbing my clit and mound, thinking of Daddy being under me, his cock rubbing my lips, telling me words of his encouragement and his control, deeply feeling my sexuality himself, telling me to spank my hood, which I never do, but it felt so right this morning, so I spanked it rhythmically, then back to massaging my clit and mound, going a bit harder and deeper with each back and forth, feeling Daddy's cock getting harder, his growls and voice deepening as he and I tuned into the groove of our joined pleasure. 

I started spanking myself harder now, legs further apart, imagining his cock now dripping with pre-cum, inching it's way between my labia, feeling the pressure of just the head inside me, filling me just enough so we could be connected in passion. My mind slowly turning off, becoming totally his, his toy, his Daddy's precious love, as my rubbing got more robust, my internal dialogue starting to seep out into my voice with a moan a muffled cry for Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...until I hear his knowing! His understanding! His feeling! of me being ready, reaching the point of no return, the edge of the cliff of the frenzy for becoming one with him, giving myself to him, him owning me in this incredible throbbing pulsing intimacy of letting go into more Daddy Daddy Daddy I'm going to cum...and just faintly hear yes baby girl, yes, cum for me...and then I'm over the edge, flailing a bit, squirming, moving, thrusting to get his cock into my lips so he can feel my quaking my rupture, my cunt dripping with a gush, spasming...as Daddy holds me tight, firmly, let's me fly away with pleasure, in his arms, cumming strongly, with abandonment...his, found, grounded, complete, held...

Doms always ask me about my libido, which, honestly, has hardly changed in decades. I've always been quick to arouse, easy to orgasm, always wet, outright sensual, and very sex positive.

No, I'm not bragging, and I certainly realize I am one *very* lucky girl to be like this sexually, with nary a bump in my sexual lifetime roadmap. I'm so thankful for that! 

But the rub is, no pun intended, that I have to have a connection with my lover. The longing honest erotic sexy loving trustworthy dominant to his cherished sub dynamic type of connection. I don't perform, I can't get it up (so to speak) without engagement, I belong, I attach, I become, I subsume with my guy with everything that makes us sexual beings, and of course that includes emotional, mental, and physical. 

Once I feel that connection, and know from my head to toes that it is both strong and reverential, my sexuality becomes like a well tended plant, soon to flower, over and over, again and again, each time beautiful and unique.

Oh, yeah, and hot af too!

Bring it home, babe....Love will be right here. 

https://youtu.be/vHwXoY0LiQk?si=VEbDUQqH-2h6Oe7C

A strong Dom might sing this to me...

https://youtu.be/OJWJE0x7T4Q?si=GQFQvgev8EiYpAlS

To paraphase an important message, turned on it's 'bottom' for us in the kinky world: 

Ask not what your sub can do for you, but what can you do for your sub? 

Most subs know what to give, how to give, how to submit, when to submit, and what's needed to give their submission to a worthy Dominant. But it's often the Dominant that doesn't realize it's a two-way street of giving, an exchange after all, and many Doms I have encountered here don't have much of an idea what they are offering to give to their subs, other than their time, their discipline, their specific knowledge. That's no small matter, but don't you give some parts of that to other important people in your life? Your charges at work? Your children? The question becomes, perhaps for BOTH of us, what unique values, attributes, feelings, expeiences, wisdom, are we exchanging, what are we giving to each other? 

Let's talk about that. Let's see what we can offer and give to each other in order to grow and flourish, together. 

That takes a deep conversation, a self and other knowledge. Let's go there! 

Time to put out another...message in a bottle. 

If you are going to contact me; 

Be polite. Politeness costs your nothing. And it shows manners. 

Be consistant. If you want to know all about me, and ask questions, then reply to my responses in a timely manner. If you don't have further interest, kitten is a big girl and you can just say so. 

Be honest. I don't want to have to ask you 50 questions to finally get you to fill in the bigger picture of your wants and needs, OK? We can be flirty and fun and joke around, but we both should have an appreciation for and skill in using direct honesty.

Be informed. Did you read my profile and my journals before contacting me? Fantastic! That's the best place to start! 

I will, of course, be the same! I'm looking for someone wonderful and sexy just like you! 

Thanks in advance! 

This is a very meaningful song to me! If you feel this moves you too, please contact me. 

https://youtu.be/_oVI0GW-Xd4?si=Cm8wAjGMwDBBWbA2

I'm looking for Dominants between the ages of 46 ish to 76 years old ish. 

I'm not interested in men who are close to the age of my sons, and my upper age limit is based on health status, vitality, etc. 

Just because we are kinksters doesn't mean we aren't human beings first and foremost, with feelings, and normal lives, and problems, and joys and pressures, etc. 

Let's try and be polite to one another, and be kind, OK? 

If we can't even have a normal adult to adult conversation, I doubt we will have sex. 

Our humannesss comes before any of our fetish interests. 

Current mood lol

Yesterday was my birthday! 

Let's dance, babe! It's never too late ;-) 

https://youtu.be/DAT89-gDBlE

If you're not the one for me

then how come I can bring you to your knees? 

If you're not the one for me

then why do I hate the idea of being free? 

https://youtu.be/NgNqpsWE-o0?si=f1ehkl2SrtMj5S2O

I know it screams 80s, I know his hair! I know it's sappy as all get out...but, damn....Just remember this, nothing heals a broken heart like time, love, and tenderness. 

https://youtu.be/P1ove2eoles?si=9Q223JzTKdD7WKVY

Would you fuck me before we go to the Louvre, to spend a blissful afternoon viewing the Red Room installations? Or would you wait until afterwards? 

Just curious. 

I long to have both the ownership the passion of giving the freedom of use and the security of safety with the man that I belong to and trust implicitly. Someone I can be devoted to, grow with, walk alongside, sleep next to, but always put him first, serve and give my love to. Forever. 

But ha! I also know that's a tall order, a huge idea. 

But a girl can dream, eh? 

Long for is probably too mild of a word...but crave isn't the right word either, as my need isn't craven or out of control, it's measured, desired, planned, developed. 

I'm at heart a kitten, a babygirl, searching for her Daddy. Not an age play Daddy tho, and I have hard limits about age play, diapers, too much little play, etc. But if you are a strong, thoughtful, intelligent, kind and caring Dominant who is looking for a devoted intelligent sexy funny healthy kitten to serve take care of and love you, then you've found me! 

Do I have faults? Do you? Of course we do. But we work on them and grow, we always talk, we don't mind fuck each other, we have emotional and psychological intelligence to go along with our strength of character. But you lead, and I follow. 

I've never had this, not even close. I've had many Doms of course. But I've always been the one who ends up leading, who knows, who does the right thing, who laughs, who isn't afraid to fail, the one to cry and forgive. The one to stand and walk away. 

Will you let me be me, your girl, your slut, your kitten? Will you be my number 1? My Dominant? My man? My love? 

Here's looking at you, Sir. 

I get asked about the NC and CA location listings in my profile a lot, so let's address it here. Hopefully some of you will read this. 

I live in mid-state North Carolina. 

I travel to the SF Bay area of CA many times a year, often staying for weeks at a time. It's where I used to live for over 20 + years and I have family there as well. 

So, I list both locations, because I'm not opposed to meeting someone in either location, as long as they are also flexible about it. Actually, I think it's the best of both worlds! 

Dear Santa, 

All I want, or need, for Christmas, is a loving, kind, thoughtful, educated, and healthy Dominant. I can offer him all that in return too, and all sorts of other fun and sexy adventures and attributes :-) I'd go into the details, but I don't want the elves reading any naughty notes! 

I've been a REALLY good girl for awhile now; worked on myself, kept up my girlish figure, learned a few hard life lessons. Won't you send me my heart's desire? Pretty please, Santa? I'd be forever devoted to him and make him a very happy man and Dominant! I promise!

Sincerely, 

Kitten 

I read over my profile, again, today, as I have many times since I created it anew.

I've tried very hard over the years to make my profile on FL be realistic, vulnerable, intelligent, reflective of who and what I am at my core, and just as importantly, to have it reflect what I want to have in my life.  To let it give someone who doesn't know me, either well or even at all, a solid idea of myself, my body, my mind, my soul. 

The more I looked over it these last few months, the more I often changed it, inserting more intellectual references and suave self assured witticisms, but still I saw what it lacked. 

The more I saw and felt the only true and right and beloved deion it could and should contain was...love. 

The joy of caring, the elation of sexual union, deep and abiding compassion, the sensual act of touch, the smell and taste and sounds of affection, the respect of intimate and unflagging positive human regard, the vision of altruism, the singular romance of knowing you are and you can and you do and you need and you give that one precious wonderful thing that we all need in our lives; love. 

It often seems to me in our kinky little corner of the universe there isn't much talk  of that kind of love in profiles anymore, even though it also can take many shapes and forms; love of rope, love of play, love of sexual adventures. I hope we all will list more love and loves in our profiles. It's never too late. I'm not going to change my profile again though, please don't worry.  

Let this note stand from this day forward as my more than official confirmation of my own proclamation to need want desire make spread create admire demonstrate dream bring deliver give ask understand and embrace more...

LOVE. 

Since I can't edit my profile without a long wait for approval, I'll add this here. 

I'm looking for both a kinky and vanilla, and sex and love relationship within a Dominant submissive or possibly a Master slave dynamic. 

A lot of contacts I get here are from Dominants who seem to have missed that L word! 

I'll give you a little hint too. 

I get a LOT of contacts here. Many are polite and interested in me, at least until they realize I'm not gonna show them my junk on cam within the first 24 hours after they say they are a real true Dom! LOL

So often the proof is in the engagement, the talking, the conversations, the eventual move off of this platform to one where we can take the next steps. 

I should not be expected to carry that load myself. Matter of fact, I expect the Dominant to take the lead here after all they contacted me. If I say yes, I'd like to get to know you, I expect conversation, asking questions, sharing FetLife profiles, etc. etc. etc. whatever it takes to see and feel if there is a common and mutual spark worth pursuing. 

I of course have many of my own questions and comments and I will most certainly share those. 

I WANT to find my man/Dominant/Master! So this should be a labor of love for both of us.

I look forward to hearing from you! 

She wanted to ask him, needed to hear the answers...but all she could feel was the electricity flowing between them again, the current wide and strong, as she dissolved into him, into his breathing, the touch of his hand on her belly, gentle now, different from this morning when she already was completely submerged into him and his grasp was warm and solid, strong...she got up from the chair, still fixed on his eyes, those dark and stormy eyes!, and went and stood before him. Nearly silently she took off her flip-flops, and disrobed as he watched; then her yoga pants with a steady movement, followed by her sleeveless white top, and then her sports bra. She stood silent and naked. It always felt like he was ready to plug into her; the faucet was open and running non stop between them, full on, it was intoxicating. He hadn't moved yet, but that burning look in his eyes spoke volumes, nearly rupturing her and laying her flat, as her ego started to disappear and she felt herself flatten out and bow to him, so she could be his canvas, the spaces on her body that he would mark as his, in ownership. 
He finally stood up, facing her, nearly touching her, and unbuckled and unzipped his pants, dropping them to his knees, and pulling his t-shirt over his head. His cock was already erect, and it sprang out between them, as she smelled his scent, ripe and masculine. He sat back down in the chair and she immediately kneeled in from of him. He ran his fingers through her hair, they were soft and expressive as they slowly tightened, and with a simple pull, moved her face over his waiting cock, pausing, holding her head there, as she breathed his virility again, wave after wave of his delicious and erotic scent flaring her nostrils and making her nearly gasp...She involuntarily opened her mouth as he lowered her head over his cock, her tongue encircling it automatically, gently, softly, lovingly...it was always like this, she thought…no words spoken, just the visceral sexuality between them as an answer…

...I long for that hand around my shoulder and neck, to the small of my back, on my hip, around the lower curve of my ass, hands pulling me instantly nearer to his warm body, his firm and encompassing embrace, as I feel myself start the slow melt of aligning with his desire for taking me in any way he wants. It’s like easing into a hot bath, as you slide into the warmth of the water you feel yourself succumbing to the pleasure of the senses, your sensuality igniting, for him, you’re responding, flowing, moving against his maleness, curving inward, kissing, touching, smelling, enfolding his sexuality into mine to give him all my pleasure to make his, to become his once again. 

I don’t know what he will do. I’m not sure what direction he will go. I’m not seeking clarity or anticipating that; I’m his, I’m all his female, feminine, willing, responsive, arching, moaning, his passion fills my body as I crave, rejoice, wallow in the building wetness of my body and mind’s receptiveness to him. For him. To have him make me his. Mark me with his pleasure. Bond me to him. 

Possession. Control. Domination. 

My longing for him is a song, hummed, then sung, a building of pleasures in all the myriad of our earnest senses going, pointing, thrusting, to his powerful crescendo...

It's like I've been out and living in the desert for a long number of years. I'm used to, and so used to that I really don't even mind anymore, the way my skin feels a bit dry all the time, the way the coolness descends like a curtain after the sun sets, the excessive heat during the day, the way I go through chapstick because my lips are always, just ever so slightly, parched. It's the desert after all, and so I tell myself that. Don't expect it to be any different that you know what it is.
And I'm always thirsty! Everything is dry. Even the people I meet in the desert, that forsaken place, for the most part, are either mirages, as I've painfully learned over the time I've been here, or they just make me even thirstier than I was before. Usually both. 

Then, one time, as I'm wandering around this desert, trying to feel youthful by aligning myself with the beauty of another day, the light breeze on my face in the early morning, walking into a new part of the desert that I've not seen before, I see some flowers and plants and even a small tree up ahead of me...I shake my head, thinking, knowing! it's a mirage like they all are...I walk towards it, and upon my arrival I'm completely and utterly surprised to see it's a small spring! I get down to take a closer look at the small pool of water that is continually replenished by the upwelling spring...it's so incredibly lovely! And it makes such a beautiful sound! I lie down next to it...and close my eyes, and realize that's it been so very, very long since I heard and saw something that's really just a part of me, water, a part of my body, it's water after all! In and an integral part of each one of us, not just me, but all of us, that I become so sad I start crying. I cry and cry, because I now remember water! I remember the sound! I remember what it does to have it in my life, in any form, in any quantity...how it made and makes me feel young, and refreshed, and alive, and growing! I cry because I remember and I know I should have never, ever let myself get so dehydrated. So dry and parched and withered without the life-giving water. 

Love is that spring. Love is that water. I hope never again to forget about the water.