Affogato D' Passion
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Posted:Jul 18, 2022 8:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 2:25 am 7614 Views
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Caramel
Suanne Vega
It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.
It won't do
To stir a deep desire,
To fan a hidden fire
That can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
These things begin;
But I don't know
How I would live with myself,
What I'd forgive of myself
If you don't go.
So goodbye,
Sweet appetite,
No single bite
Could satisfy...
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
These things begin;
But I don't know
What I would give of myself,
How I would live with myself
If you don't go.
It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long
For you...
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Gardens of Paradise
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Posted:Jul 18, 2022 8:58 am
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2022 5:31 pm 7649 Views
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Sasha sat on the veranda with the cell phone showing him her dark curls flitting in the wind. She grinned her sun dappled smile and he looked intently, "When was the first time you knew you were Dominant with women?"
"It came naturally to me, funny enough" He knew her answer was honest. Sasha's face told no lies. She was done with that.
She described how she had landed in the most beautiful resort town of Key West to make lots stripping. The world was her oyster and she was basking in the juices, simmering hot in the sun. Her tanned lithe body was showing the fruits of dancing eight hours a night. The day time was her pl.ay time on the sand, soaking up the rays topless, her browned nipples perked in the coconut oil and she spread her pedicured toenails in pink hued sand...
She turned her head to look at her new prize of fresh dancer that just rolled in from Biloxi. Sasha squinted in the bright sunlight and admired. The girl was just her type, a little curvy, petite, and submissive. Tarah was living with some putz, who at least had a big cock for Sasha to enjoy occasionally herself. Sasha's eyes wondered down to her girl's nipples and she swiftly contorted and took it into her teeth for a quick nibble, making Tarah squeal.
Sasha grinned and kissed Tarah's pouty lips, sucking on the lower one a second. She tasted of salt, sun, coconut, and honey sweetness.
"Fuck I want to taste you right now" Sasha growled into Tarah's ear. She could tell it made the girl's nipples harden a bit.
"Mmm yess, I need it badly" Tarah almost pouted and whimpered as her firm curvy ass wiggles against the beach towel.
Sasha whispered huskily in her girl's ear, "Perhaps I should just take you in the beach shower now and make you cum in silence, so no one hears" Tarah murmured trying to quiet a moan.
Sasha's hand slid down Tarah's thigh to find the crease her puffy pussy lip made and brushed just the faintest touch of her finger pad against it. Tarah was soaking already and Sasha knew she would make the girl scream with pleasure endlessly.
He seemed entranced at her story. She knew without looking that when he shifted in his chair, he was adjusting that gorgeous specimen between his legs. A smirk coursed her lips and she continued....
Song for this post
Hot Blooded - Foreigner
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Beautiful Adornments
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Posted:Jul 17, 2022 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2024 11:57 am 7604 Views
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Piercings have a power and magic all their own. They decorate the body, but also enhance the soul. I have many piercings and they all hold a sentimental value.
My ears were done when I was only 5. There is a picture somewhere of me grinning in the mirror, gazing at their sparkly reflection.
The right nostril was pierced in 1987, before it was what every girl who wanted to be slightly rebellious started doing it. It is a dainty silver hoop, because it is more comfortable than a stud. Lenny Kravitz and Lisa Bonet were why I liked that particular look. In that time, there was not a piercing studio in Charlotte. An alternative clothing store claimed they did them. I you not, she sat me in a plastic chair and took an ear gun to my nostril! I almost stood up and knocked her out in retaliation.
Note - They are supposed to be done with hollow needles by hand now, because it makes it a whole lot less traumatic to the tissues around it The ones after all were.
Then in 1994, I had my belly button done in New Orleans. while on a hair salon team training trip. That was done in a piercing studio and was nowhere near as traumatic. It has a stainless steel bar in it with a ball on each end. It was the second most painful one done, only because it takes a while to heal. It has never been out except for when my was born.
Then came my VCH(Vertical Clit Hood) piercing in 2005. It was done in a piercing and tattoo studio. I think they are pretty as an adornment, and they give more sensation to the clitoris, obviously. It is a stainless steel bar with a ball on each end. Believe it or not, it was the least painful, and healed the fastest of any of my piercings. It is a mucous membrane though, and like the nostril, the holes can close up over night if the jewelry comes out.
Pictured is a chastity piercing......yum
While in Boulder, I literally vibrated the original piece of jewelry out of my VCH  I rushed to a piercing studio and bought another. That is the only time it has ever been out. However, I will note that if you have a VCH, you will need to be careful of:
1. Electropl.ay - The electric current will seek out any metal. This WILL make your ass come off the table, for real.
2. Smacking, cropping, paddling it can cause a bruise that will make it hurt to sit down or wear clothes. I assure you I know from experience
3. To give the most pleasure to someone wearing one, be gentler and you will get more of an arousal. It only takes a tap or light vibration to cause a reaction. Less is more.
4. Be very careful using a clit or pussy pump. You can tear the piercing a little causing pain, bleeding, and discomfort for a couple days.
I have always been highly sexual, so it may or may not increase that feeling. All I know is it damn sure increases the pleasure 
Song for this post
Feelin Love - Paula Cole
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Intuitive Gift
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Posted:Jul 17, 2022 2:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2022 7:32 am 6903 Views
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From early on in my life, I have had the intuitive gift.. As a te.en, I met a medium who shook my hand, and held it tightly. He looked into my eyes and stated, "You have a very old soul" He gained nothing by proclaiming it. He just stated it as fact.
Sometimes, I can't put my finger on the nagging feeling immediately. However, at some point, it will blink at me like a neon sign on the highway. It makes itself crystal clear through me interrogating myself with a barrage of logical questions. One should not worry if I am vocal, they should worry when I become silent. That is when the Spanish Inquisition is occurring within myself. In that state of wrapping my head around the facts, without the tug of my heart, the inner voice will speak loudly.
It is indeed a curse and a blessing, all in one. The saying is ignorance is bliss, and I have always seen this as pretty accurate; For ignorance shields you from the knowledge. Having knowledge makes anything so much harder to ignore. Knowledge compels you to question misinformation or malintent. It compels you to open your eyes to the facades that people place in front of themselves to hide behind.
My nemesis? Letting my heart and desire foreshadow my intuition...
Life experiences have told me when that feeling comes, I had better listen.
Song for this post
Crystal - Stevie Nicks
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Return to the Hills to Heal
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Posted:Jul 16, 2022 5:58 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2022 5:32 pm 6723 Views
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“No man is as wise as Earth. She has witnessed every human day, every human struggle, every human pain, and every human joy. For maladies of both body and spirit, the wise ones of old pointed man t.o the hills. For man too is of the dust and th.e Earth stands ready t.o nurture and heal her .”
― Anasazi Foundation, The Seven Paths: Changing One's Way of Walking in the World
I need some of my mountain time for sure.
Pictures are of the Blue Ridge Mountains, where I use.d t.o live...
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LochLoosa - JJ Grey & Mofro
Within My Heart - Mary Youngblood, Cherokee Nation
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Desire In The Mind's Eye
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Posted:Jul 15, 2022 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2022 8:23 am 7462 Views
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Sasha ran her agile hands over the puffiness of her swollen pussy lips. She could feel the wetness oozing from her hole in a creamy thick drop to her ass, so tight and puckered. Her sucking in of breath showed how desire utterly enwrapped her whole being for him.
"Fuck I am wet thinking of you touching me for the first time" she huskily talked, as if he were with her, and thousands of miles didn't separate them. Her tanned thighs spread wider. Her back arched into the night air, as she twisted those perfectly hard nipples.
Sasha's finger found her equally swollen clit poking from the perfectly shaven pink folds. It protruded. aching with her pulse. She rubbed the pad of her finger over it and moaned. It pulsed thicker and rose to meet her fingertip dancing over it. Sucking in a breath and moaning loudly, she arched more and her gaping cunt clenched tightly. " I need to milk your cock my man" she cried out and pushed two fingers into those luscious folds.
The stream of her squirting shot fast and hit the wall. Gasping and crying out in ecstasy, Sasha shook with waves pulsing through her body. Wetness dripped down her ass, while the waves made her arch and shake. The whole side of the bed was wet now, as well as the wall.
She rolled over, naked and satisfied for now to fall asleep. A smile played across her beatific peaceful face...
Song for this post
Insatiable - Prince
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Senses On Fire
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Posted:Jul 15, 2022 5:12 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2022 7:42 am 6757 Views
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Happy Friday!
Once upon a time, I entered the lifestyle locally in NC through a dungeon space. I found sensory play and leather to be my first fetishes. We had a spiderweb made of logging chain that hung in the basement. To be bound to that, blindfolded and flogged became my favorite. Even better was to have some good tunes blaring in my ears and for the wielder of the flogger to keep up with the beat. Some say my little ass would rise to meet that flogger with the beat.
I'll never tell...
I have a multitude of playlists. One for warm up, one for scening, and one for aftercare. Below you will find a sample of the one I use for the scene described above. Figured it may help with your weekend time if spent with someone...
Enjoy
Sensory Playlist
The Ubiquitous Mr. Love Groove - Dead Can Dance
46 and 2 - Tool
Down With The Sickness - Disturbed
Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet
Big Bad Wolf - In This Moment
Breath Control - Recoil
Let The Bodies Hit The Floor - Drowning Pool
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge
Blood - In This Moment
Pretty When You Cry - VAST
Coming Undone - Korn
Little Monster - Royal Blood
Dirty White Boots - Lenny Kravitz
Show Me Your Pussy - Lords of Acid
Adrenalize Me - In This Moment
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Ye Royal Hound
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Posted:Jul 14, 2022 6:40 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 2:26 am 6574 Views
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I took the day off and did my house bitching (cleaning house). The fridge took me the longest, but that baby is sparkling. It's so clean I don't want to put anything in it. I have enjoyed being at home with no one around, but me and the hound dog.
He watches me work, and looks as if it tires him out just watching. Big hounds are amazing animals, and Plott Hounds are even more so. He is a decade old this year. Where did the time go? I have already told him he has to be immortal.
Britt is his name. If you've never heard of Plott Hounds, it is understandable. They are one of only a hand full of American breeds. They are the state of my home state, North Carolina, because they were started as a breed in the mountains to hunt wild boar and bear.
Look up on the u toob put out by University of NC Chapel Hill - HISTORY OF THE PLOTT HOUND | Waynesville, NC
I tried to get a puppy as a companion for Britt from a breeder. They would not sell me one. The breeders are very protective over the breed, to only be sold as hunting dogs. He had a predecessor, Sookie. She was a rescue just like him. However, she was mixed with a Black Mouth Cur Hound. He is my first full bred Plott.
Britt was thrown out of a car when he was only 4 weeks old. The bastard put a hole in his diaphragm, and we had to have fixed when he was a year old. So, he gets to live his life in luxury now.
Both have been the most loyal, laid back, excellent dogs I have ever had. That doesn't diminish that they are stubborn at times, and have a bawl for a bark that is louder than you can fathom.
I love that hound to bits.
He has lips for days, big soft ears and baggy pants from his skin folds. He loves ice cream so we shared one to cool off while on break. He likes it from a spoon, the rotten ass! I figured he needed something after he waited patiently, staring at the fridge contents all day, hoping one bit would drop to the floor.
Yup, he is my buddy.
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Hound Dog - Big Mama Thornton
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The Poetess Promise
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Posted:Jul 14, 2022 9:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2022 7:29 am 6048 Views
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There are some things you will not find on this blog.
1.Posts that bitch about the amount of utter muppets that email me looking for something I am not, or fishing for a sub with demands. Usually they are not experienced and are clueless. I find the endless posts about it from my fellow submissives annoying as hell. For fuck sakes, we all get them. Move on and get over it. If I bitched about it as much as you guys do, I'd get nothing else written. My advice is you can participate and give them the attention they crave or ignore them.I choose the latter.
2. Posts about "True" Doms, submissives, slaves, Masters, Daddy Doms, littles, etc. Who died and made you the judge and jury of what signifies true anything? Have some humility and understand that people come in all forms and what they identify as today will likely change somewhere along the line as they evolve. We are ALL evolving hopefully, and if you aren't, perhaps the problem is yourself.
3. Posts that bitch about how many posts others make. If it annoys you, don't read them. If you are higher rated and only make one once in a while, good for you!! Why do you care so much about what other people do? Hell, getting through a day with you bitching about everyone for trivial shit is probably about as much fun as seeing a thousand posts from someone about nothing, just sayin'
4.People who make comments that serve no helpful purpose, are snide, and make you scream to anyone viewing as you are an asshole. You will find yourself ignored or put in your place and/or banned. Negativity grows exponentially and ain't nobody got time for that...Just sayin'
5. No longer will it abide or encourage talking in third person, capitalization of W/w or Y/y, and other nonsense I have had to endure reading for over 20 years. Seriously, have you ever read a book that contained such nonsense? If so, I missed that edition, and my English Lit professor would be glad he did too. It shows a lack of experience, maturity, intelligence, and doesn't make you look more serious about this lifestyle than anyone else.
Everyone should do unto others as you wish to be done unto. End of story.
You won't find that nonsense here, but you will find all sorts of other fun items to enjoy.
This is the poetess promise to you 
Song for this post
People Are People - Depeche Mode
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After Life And M/s
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Posted:Jul 13, 2022 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2023 6:47 am 5586 Views
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This piece is for those who wonder if there is a hereafter and wonder what it would be like to have a Master/Dom/slave/sub pass. All of the widows I know in the lifestyle have had a hard time adjusting after that event. I have come a long way in the almost three years since he passed.
When you find a soulmate, their absence is, at the very least, disorienting for a while. You do know life must go on, and so you try as you may to be less of a damper on everyone around you. It feels like a façade you put on daily. You try to be a whole person with all your might, and it is exhausting...because, no matter what, you are missing a part of yourself. So you search to find yourself again. The process is painful, but you will get moments of respite, and those become longer.
When he had his fatal heart attack, it was in the UK, and I was here readying myself to move there to reunite our family. The Master/slave dynamic, for over a decade, meant that I knew him and he knew myself, better than a person should know one another.
We kept the video chat on all night so we had connection and could be a part of one another's lives. The morning he died, the connection had dropped, and usually I would call him right away. I did not do so, and for some reason, I knew something had happened. I didn't get the call until that evening from the police officer. The news took me to my knees and our daugh.ter was equally devastated.
We flew to the UK two days later. Arriving on a weekend gave us a little time to quietly get situated in the flat. However when I arrived, his best mates had the place cleaned and I could not find his scent anywhere. I was so devastated that I called his best mates wife and asked her why there were ne sheets and my pillow was gone. She told me that they were not in the flat and they couldn't find them. This perplexed me even further.
A past of mine was living in Ecuador studying shamanism. She called me on Saturday...
Cindy: Oh my God Nikki. I just read on FB. Are you in England?
Me: Yes. (tears streaming and sounding the mess I was)
Cindy: I know you won't believe this but I was brushing my teeth and kept hearing a man with a British accent saying "bits" over and over"
Me: Really? (my head trying to come out of the fog and hear her)
Cindy: Yes! Did he say that a lot?
Me: Of course, he was British...I love you to bits, Bits and bobs, yes
Cindy: Honey what can I do?
Me: I want to talk with someone who can connect with him and isn't a flake. I need a real medium. Do you know one?
Cindy: Yes as a matter of fact I took a workshop with one last summer. I will send him your name, number and no more information. If he feels your husband, he will call.
Me: Thank you Cindy. Thank you immensely.
The very next evening the medium called. After pleasantries were exchanged, he explained he no longer did readings for the public, but felt he must call me. He stated there would be no charge for this call and that he did it because he was compelled to ease my anguish.
After a minute, he declared Tim was there. I listened with skepticism and hope all mixed together
Him: Tim says 'I was cleaning up the mess wifelet'
No one else knew he called me that nor would he have known things were missing
He goes on: Tim passed over with his father and the help of a lively little fellow. He is telling me it is your .
My breath caught in my throat and tears began to pour down my cheeks.
Him: He said your has a message...He said your is telling him that you need to forgive yourself, it wasn't your fault.
I began sobbing.
Him: Your had the option to return for another life and he has chosen not to. He likes hanging around you. He says you are brilliant in energy and have a huge heart.
He could not have known I lost a before my daug.hter was born or that it was a .
Him: Tim says he may have died in England, but he was not going to be found there. He will be at home when you return and evolving in the after life. Lastly, he says to tell you, you were one of a kind also.
We said our goodbyes and I thanked him profusely.
The next morning was Monday and I had to go claim him. When I woke, I went to the loo to relieve myself and as I sat there, I scrolled through my last messages to him. The last one was typed with me in tears and entering our flat. The last words were, You were one of a kind....
His best mate called, and I said, "Benno, you talked to him last, what did he say?"
Benno: He told me the paramedics were on the way and I heard banging. I said, Tim what are you doing? And he answered that he was at the bin throwing away rubbish. I told him to sit down and the phone went dead."
Me: Oh my god...He was cleaning up the mess...
So keep that next to your heart if you have lost someone. The connection will always be there in some way. I have to believe we will see them again one day
Much Respect...
Song for this post
Immortality - Celine Dion and Bee Gees (One Night Concert)
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