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Dribble Drabble Black Fire
It’s been a rough week. Â I feel too worn and raw to post about life today. Â But I have this stupid every day posting commitment that SOMEBODY thought was a good idea (Nice job ghost of Shadow past…), so I’m going to write a story snippet. I hate this. Â I hate sharing writing at all, and even more if it is unprepared writing, but I’m going to post raw writing (cringe) because… just… because… Somewhere in the next chapter of Black Fire…
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Moments with Sir – Ownership
This is something I wrote for the list I run… I don’t think I ever published it here. Â I think I intended to, but just never felt motivated enough to “clean it up” and make it more neat and tidy for this posting. Then I was talking with my friend S, and telling her about it and I realized I never had shared it here (and thus she hadn’t read it, obviously) and that… it actually illuminates a complicated to explain aspect of my relationship with Sir. Â I don’t know if this will uncomplicate it, but it will, hopefully, demonstrate it… Or not… Â Meh. Â I’m not going to bother cleaning…
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Punishment
WARNING: This post is graphic and discusses S/M and D/s punishment that could be upsetting for some readers. Please read only according to your own comfort level, and know that all activities are engaged in with consent and have built to this level of intensity through a lengthy and intimate building of trust between my Sir and myself.
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Irony
A random bit of writing inspired by events of the evening… Sorry not much commentary here. I’m tired, it’s late, and I’m under threats of dire consequences if my “ass is not in bed in the next thirty seconds…” Are dominance and a tendency to hyperbole carried on the same gene or something? Seriously… It seems to be a thing.Â
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Submissive moment of the day
So… for my few loyal followers who I know (one of you at least) would like a little more in the details department (I’m shy! Seriously! Why is everyone laughing??) a little tidbit. I’m supposed to be in bed right now. Sir just had a conversation with me about it, and I’m not staying up all night, again, I promise Sir! 🙂
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Story – Kindling
I wrote this many years ago (sigh, switchy tendency that I denied for so long was there all along…) I’m still down with the flu and when I’m back up, I’ll be desperately trying to shovel out of the pile of overdue work that is growing every day. So, for certain persons who enjoy such things… a story. Not a new one, but maybe new to some people. 🙂 This isn’t particularly a true story, though based on certain realities at the time it was written.
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I am not a switch…
I have said it so many times… I picture myself Nixon-esque in my denial. And maybe equally dishonest… Although not as intentionally as he was.
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Penance
Trig pads across the carpet until he stands a long step from David’s feet. David lets his head roll to one side and gazes silently at Trig for a long moment. I look at Trig, too. The muscles in his throat twitch and his eyes seem focused on empty space. For just a second the tip of his tongue flickers over his lower lip then disappears as he presses his lips together, muscles tensing along his jaw.
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Monster
You called me a monster when you found out, found out that I like hurting men.
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The Gift
It is the fear in his eyes that makes my heart beat faster. It is the nervous hitch in his breath that quickens mine, it is sensing that he is afraid that makes saliva rise under my tongue. But it is one thing more… The keystone in the dam that keeps it all this side of insane.