Cock-a-doodle-doo

I have noticed that over the years my sex life has changed. I used to be able to sleep with women no problem. It was just like being with men. Let me just tell you my vanilla life was so boring. The sex was NOT good. I had, for a time only had orgasms on my own. Let’s face it, if a man or woman doesn’t hit that spot just right, then what’s the point.

So after all the years of experimenting with men and women, I have come to realize…I love cock. I like to look at it, touch it, lick it, suck it, and of course fuck it. Men let’s face it, a woman’s body has so many curves, it makes it more pleasurable to look at, but there is nothing in the world more arousing then that low growl in your throat as my tongue swirls around the tip.

For the past few nights I have enjoyed the pleasure of just myself, and my fantasies. Let me just say, my fantasies are intense, and I have been able to cum so much harder because a certain person has been on my mind.

 How I crave to have him within me, thrusting and throbbing. His weight holding me down on the floor, as he uses my body for his pleasure. In my dreams I would grip his arms, and he would grab my hips, and not stop rocking his hips into mine, until he had, had his fill of me.

The thought of his breath on the nape of my neck, as his fingers gripped my hair, and pulled down hard as he demanded the answer of his Mastery.

“oh yes Master” I would say in a panted breath. How I need you so bad to dominate my body mind and soul. Please bring your body closer Master, as I need to touch you, and taste you. To hear your grunts of pleasure. That force on my head as you use my mouth as your own personal toy, thrusting…

In and out. In and out. In and out…

Oh Master, please give me that greatest gift. That strong sword that hangs at your waist, put it forth on my lips for me to suckle and cherish…plow within my fields, and make me realize that I am just a slut to your desires, a humble slave, a beast in heat that needs only to be writhing beneath you in the heated passions that you bestow upon me.

Yes Master, I beg of you. Let me yield…let me be filled with the sweet juices of your Mastery, so they may soak my sheets, and drip down my thighs….

Yes Master, pour your seed upon my breasts and my belly. Mark me with that salty liquid…pour it into my lips and let me drink of you. For there is no sweeter gift. Than serving you. In any way. Any fashion..forever…

How could I, after having something so wonderfully delicious; ever consider going to anything else. No woman could satisfy me the way a man could, and nothing I desire more. I am totally infatuate with cock, I worship it, crave it, yearn for it, need it…and only a few know how to use it on me…I may be just a humble slut, but at least my body gets the greatest treat…

What is in a collar

When it comes to the D/s lifestyle, it's a lot like a religion. So many ideas and points of view. And certainly not all are going to agree. But to me one thing is universal for submissives. A submissive wants, needs, and craves a Dominant that they trust completely. Because with that trust a submissive will give the one thing they most crave to give. Themselves. Not just a small part of themselves. All. So if there was one thing I would want to say to the Dominant world: No matter what view you take on running Your House, by earning your submissives undying trust you will earn their undying loyalty. And that bond is greater than any chain or lock ever made.

(Sarrah Darkfold, SL collard Oct. 4, 2009 by Master Mikhail Borgin. Joined to Master in Real Life Jan. 30, 2010)

I know this woman, because she helps run a training facility to better educate people in BDSM. I truly believe that these words are wise. Anyone can snap a collar around a girls/boys neck and claim that they are owned by them. With this collar, anyone can come in and take that collar off, and put their own there, and the girl must obey. This is true in a Gorean world. However what changes. If you can earn the trust of your girl/boy, this will bring forth that undying devotion. With the devotion, comes love. You could take your collar off a girl that loved you, and she would still be yours, following your orders and commands.

Someone could come and steal this girl from you, and her heart would remain. She would only be a dutiful girl to the new man, but she would always be looking out a window, gazing to the thassa, awaiting the arrival of her one true Master. Surely the new Master could try his hardest to make her love him, and with that she would give him higher respect. It would only be the words of her true Master saying he was not coming, or no longer wanted him that would change her.

With time a heart can change, but it never forgets. It constantly searches for the one that it loves, yearns for, and craves. The heart can and will adapt, letting a newer love come forth, but it truly beats for only one person. That bond is unbreakable, unwaivering and always searching for its holder. That love, that bond is what I crave and search for.

Cloud Nine

She knows the things I Dream of,

The places that I've been,

She accepts the person I've become,

She's a very special friend.

She's always been there for me

No matter where I roam,

And whenever we're together

It’s just like being home.

(I don’t know who wrote that poem, but I found it, and it is exactly how I feel)

Shan is my cloud nine, and the reason being is because when I am with her, talking to her, around her, or even a text message from her she keeps me elated and smiling. The stupid shiz we talk about, always brings a smile to my face. Even when she is down, or when I am, we can always make each other smile and laugh.

Through all my lonely days, I have been able to confide in Shan. My hopes, and my dreams, my sadness and fears. She has been there, listening to me, and providing me with guidance as a very special consult. I do my best to listen to her, and give advice in the most unbiased manner, but the moment someone hurts my Cloud Nine, is when I get all pissed and choke a hoe.

Soon I will be in Florida, and I am taking Shan with my to Miami Bish….Where we are gonna be heartbreakers, as we cruise the streets shopping, and all the men are wanting to get their hands on us….but sorry boys…We are taken!!!! Damn woman, how can I need any other friends…when you’re the best friend I have, and need.

Truth is, when the world walked out on me, Shan never did. She was there when I needed someone. The darkest time of my life, I found my partner in crime. She told me how stupid I was for the stuff I was doing, and she pulled me back to my feet.

In my religion it is said, that we are reborn again into another life, but the souls we have met are ones who always surround us forever in our next lives. My husband this life, could be my dog in my next life…but a soul mate…a soul mate is someone that completes you. You find this soul every time, and it can be your sister, your best friend, your grandmother, your brother…the soul has no gender, only light and connection….Your my soul mate Shan….the other side of me, that makes me complete.

Sure love comes and goes..but a touch of the soul stays with you…and you’re the light to my dark…I Love you….

I can’t wait to be there with you…Find me a pink flamingo for my front lawn, and I will brink that cheap box wine. And we will sit on the beach, and enjoy the sun….I love you woman….NEVER change for anyone…YOUR PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE…

Lovers your Skye

<3

khaleesi


p.s. yeah yeah the sexy nude pics....doesn't make us lesbians...even though she is the only one female I'd fuck....but truth is...I can lay naked, our arms draped, our legs tied together...and I would be ashamed, or feel awkward..in fact..I would feel more beautiful....more at ease with my feminine side.....Love you Shan Shan my Cloud Nine