Reading female domme blogs is oddly enjoyable for me. To love cock as I do, yet have a whole different experience. A different side of power.
It's clear that I am submissive. I relish giving up choice, as it's mostly a burden. When I had free will, I could not reign back my impulse to "Big Mama". I want to give all the weary men what they need. Pouting is a turn off, as is complaining. But to be that soft place a man can rest his head. To hold him and make it all feel better for a couple hours. That is what I fantasize about. And I know how to help him get me off. Men just light up when they can make me scream and feel my insides thrum to their rhythm. For whatever brief time that it is honest, I can make him smile. My skin longs to be touched by a man who I can fold myself around and make forget about the toil.
The man who can call me his Big Mama, will be home tomorrow night. My owner. I can wrap my arms and legs around him and wash away his trip.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Or are we Dancer?
I guess Mr. White can't describe everything in lyrics. There is a certain experience. The first time I heard this song, when it came out a few years ago, I knew exactly what it was about for me.
The last month I have been in reset mode. My re-adolescence complete. I'm bored with what I'm supposed to be doing right now--which is carry on. Is anyone really surprised by this? When was I ever NOT bored with maintaining? There are two directions I could go with my life at this point, that will be exciting and fulfilling for me. Both would drastically affect the family. After weeks of talking about this with my Knight. Thinking about everything he says. Thinking about it all the time. One option, in our current family situation, has a high probability of pulling us apart in different directions. The other will force us to all come together.
I never kneel when I pray. I pray whenever and however I am. There is only one experience that has me on my knees and looking for the answer. Only one experience that makes me feel outside humanity, separate and ethereal. An experience particular to women.
The last month I have been in reset mode. My re-adolescence complete. I'm bored with what I'm supposed to be doing right now--which is carry on. Is anyone really surprised by this? When was I ever NOT bored with maintaining? There are two directions I could go with my life at this point, that will be exciting and fulfilling for me. Both would drastically affect the family. After weeks of talking about this with my Knight. Thinking about everything he says. Thinking about it all the time. One option, in our current family situation, has a high probability of pulling us apart in different directions. The other will force us to all come together.
I never kneel when I pray. I pray whenever and however I am. There is only one experience that has me on my knees and looking for the answer. Only one experience that makes me feel outside humanity, separate and ethereal. An experience particular to women.
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