This morning in the wee hours, the power went out in My fair city. At least the chunk I reside in. Was eerie, and quiet for a few moments. The only light in the place was coming from My laptop screen. I did due diligence, called the power folks, then waited.
We forget what we depend on, until these things disappear. I gathered up keys after a few moments, locked the house up, and went for a drive in the dark rain. Half the city was murky and dim, occasional headlights streaming down wet pavement. The strange halting drivers at the dead stoplights, taking our turns with right of way. Odd to feel the blanket of these streets dark, and slumbering. Like a beast in a cave, sleeping.
After restless driving, seeking the boundaries of the murk, I made My way home, crawled in to bed, and waited for electricity, or sleep to catch Me.
As of yet, still the former.
Bring Me your own dark mystery, dear reader, let it mingle with My own…
Friday, December 10, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Passion, Paris
Tonight I meandered through the tele channels, and settled on Globe Trekker. They were walking Paris, showing us the spots with their bright lenses. One detour brought a bookstore where Anais Nin, Henry Miller and oodles of others, shared words, glances, rumbling desire. It looked snug and very warm. So many books and nooks. I wanted to crawl like a cat through pages, and listen to the poets read their voice.
Nin, Miller - I've read a bit of their work. Although I'm more into their mythology… an amateur really. I've tried reading Miller and have yet to get the hook. He's messy, passionate, cruel yet charming... Anais Nin's desire seemed more in line with Mine, sensual, curious, exploring shame and hidden desires.
And their bodies lay to dust. Yet their words still entice us. I fantasize about passion that deep and reckless. I tend to be more controlled in romantic choices than most. Men have to accept that I enjoy this work with you little offspring, and I'm sometimes shy to share it.
Real power tends to be selective. And our secrets, give us mystery, and sometimes keep us sick.
Let your darkness breathe with Me, yes let's see how you open, wide...
Nin, Miller - I've read a bit of their work. Although I'm more into their mythology… an amateur really. I've tried reading Miller and have yet to get the hook. He's messy, passionate, cruel yet charming... Anais Nin's desire seemed more in line with Mine, sensual, curious, exploring shame and hidden desires.
And their bodies lay to dust. Yet their words still entice us. I fantasize about passion that deep and reckless. I tend to be more controlled in romantic choices than most. Men have to accept that I enjoy this work with you little offspring, and I'm sometimes shy to share it.
Real power tends to be selective. And our secrets, give us mystery, and sometimes keep us sick.
Let your darkness breathe with Me, yes let's see how you open, wide...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The hearth
This cold cold weather outside, makes a Girl like Me feel dreary, and a bit like staying in. Warm fireplace, and warm little men like you to keep Me busy!
One thing this occupation offers is a study in the species of men. You can be an incredibly simple lot, and in other areas, especially around pride, ego, and shame, more complex, and harder to navigate. I love crawling inside your mind, swimming in to grab the twisted nubs of brightness you seek.
Bring your yearning and sweet things to Me, little men. I've a place right here, all for you….
One thing this occupation offers is a study in the species of men. You can be an incredibly simple lot, and in other areas, especially around pride, ego, and shame, more complex, and harder to navigate. I love crawling inside your mind, swimming in to grab the twisted nubs of brightness you seek.
Bring your yearning and sweet things to Me, little men. I've a place right here, all for you….
Friday, October 22, 2010
Confusing Carry
My lovelies, I've been a bit less available this past week, for many reasons. It does pain Me. Slightly.
Along with the social life being particularly busy this week, I've been debauching a boy from the east side of the states. He's a tall, fit thing, and you may guess he's a bit like many of My slaves. There's something he's itching for, that a Girl like Me is designed to scratch.
I tend to pamper boys who are smart, respectful, and pamper Me first. A big part of this job is keeping a boy in line.
I remember our first conversations last week. His voice had a deep warmth that made Me lean in a bit. The mumbling did distract. Yet there was an intelligent core to this conflicted fella. A bit arrogant, there was a deep need in him to submit to a Woman with sensual strength. And he craved the humiliation of a Woman like Me, entering him. We talked at length about he spreading wide for Me, aching with want, hard, naked, offering his denial as My tool, entertainment. We edged him over 5 sessions, right up to the brink.
His heavy breath would yawn open and beg for release. The satisfaction of waiting, is key. He wanted to be held at bay, laughed at, defiled. And the shame was palatable. I could feel that dark place inside him that could suck up and run.
He's still here. We'll see if the thread of we sticks through time. And perhaps you and I, dear reader, have a thread to weave ourselves….
Along with the social life being particularly busy this week, I've been debauching a boy from the east side of the states. He's a tall, fit thing, and you may guess he's a bit like many of My slaves. There's something he's itching for, that a Girl like Me is designed to scratch.
I tend to pamper boys who are smart, respectful, and pamper Me first. A big part of this job is keeping a boy in line.
I remember our first conversations last week. His voice had a deep warmth that made Me lean in a bit. The mumbling did distract. Yet there was an intelligent core to this conflicted fella. A bit arrogant, there was a deep need in him to submit to a Woman with sensual strength. And he craved the humiliation of a Woman like Me, entering him. We talked at length about he spreading wide for Me, aching with want, hard, naked, offering his denial as My tool, entertainment. We edged him over 5 sessions, right up to the brink.
His heavy breath would yawn open and beg for release. The satisfaction of waiting, is key. He wanted to be held at bay, laughed at, defiled. And the shame was palatable. I could feel that dark place inside him that could suck up and run.
He's still here. We'll see if the thread of we sticks through time. And perhaps you and I, dear reader, have a thread to weave ourselves….
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Blathering boys; Laces of grace
Ah, the early morning coke head.
The boy begging blackmail with lacking sincerity. They've yet to see how they self appear, and perhaps My weary eyes have slid over the likes of he, one too many times. Drunk, coked up, all sensation and lack of being present inside that flesh mess.
He hoovered nose candy, sucked down Jim Beam, sent his photos, begged Me to write down his name. When instructed to do the leg work, send the tribute, oh My, he chooses not. I feel a bit like a trainer of champions, watching a puppy piddling all over himself. You can't blame the wee one, yet his demands can cramp My time.
Sigh…. Onto other things.
One of My fat and plumpy ones trekked through My wishlist this past week, and this babydoll was a HAPPY CAMPER! I'm still so pleased looking at the stash of stuff he delivered to My doorstep. I need to start looking for different lingerie dealers though. Amazon's got just a sliver of market. Wonder if My Secrets In Lace wishlist still lives. Research…. (btw, Secrets In Lace is probably My favorite place of lace).
We need to discuss your guise this Halloween. I have a few ideas on what we'll wrap you in….
The boy begging blackmail with lacking sincerity. They've yet to see how they self appear, and perhaps My weary eyes have slid over the likes of he, one too many times. Drunk, coked up, all sensation and lack of being present inside that flesh mess.
He hoovered nose candy, sucked down Jim Beam, sent his photos, begged Me to write down his name. When instructed to do the leg work, send the tribute, oh My, he chooses not. I feel a bit like a trainer of champions, watching a puppy piddling all over himself. You can't blame the wee one, yet his demands can cramp My time.
Sigh…. Onto other things.
One of My fat and plumpy ones trekked through My wishlist this past week, and this babydoll was a HAPPY CAMPER! I'm still so pleased looking at the stash of stuff he delivered to My doorstep. I need to start looking for different lingerie dealers though. Amazon's got just a sliver of market. Wonder if My Secrets In Lace wishlist still lives. Research…. (btw, Secrets In Lace is probably My favorite place of lace).
We need to discuss your guise this Halloween. I have a few ideas on what we'll wrap you in….
Thursday, September 23, 2010
"I wanna do bad things with you... "
Full moon tonight, and thoughts of werewolves and shapeshifters circle My mind. Yes, I too, have the "True Blood" virus.
Athough perhaps you can be the judge of this. I just received Season 3 from a friend of mine who burns such things before they're released. I'm now on book 3 of the Sookie Stackhouse series (which, by the way, has total plot points eliminated or added, depending on Alan Ball's mood). And I'm reveling in it all. Really truly FUN!!
Athough perhaps you can be the judge of this. I just received Season 3 from a friend of mine who burns such things before they're released. I'm now on book 3 of the Sookie Stackhouse series (which, by the way, has total plot points eliminated or added, depending on Alan Ball's mood). And I'm reveling in it all. Really truly FUN!!
I purr with the themes in Sookie's world. Expectation needs to be set, after all it's supposed to be fun, and occasionally the truck size plot holes do distract, yet overall? Mama like!
On full moons they say, the werewolves and shapeshifters are forced to transform into their beast sides. They're exposed, and somewhat vulnerable, when their human lives are shed.
A bit like you?
Perhaps we can walk a path together, where we share a little time, and you feel seduced, aroused, hypnotized… then ultimately, while you lay open, ready, and oh so weak? I'll sneak up on you and growl while I bite….
Bring it.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Labored LUST!
Barely 9 a.m. Saturday, Labor Day weekend. I'm curious how many of My pets are out with family and friends, spending the weekend on the lake, or at some sports bar. With weekends like this, sometimes the slaves are quiet. Breaking away from the rush of holiday bonding, can be SUCH a challenge!
And yes, those few weak men, do, don't they? I get so thrilled when a married bloke calls Me while crouching in his dark bedroom, the wife downstairs, or out at the pool. Meanwhile, he kneels in the corner of a dusty closet jerking off in his wife's panties! You weak little wankers give Mistress a smile, and then some!
I've been checking out vacation destinations, considering Belize, maybe Costa Rica. Have you been abroad lately (and yes, pun intended, sissy)? Ring Me up and spill the details!
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