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A Rant
I shouldn't post this. Having the worst day of my of my life. Please forgive me.
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Want to cry but don’t want to ruin my makeup for the third time. Used to hate it when my mom would talk about sex. Said guys were too saturated with it now, they could take it or leave it, too much available pussy, it wasn’t special anymore, and every girl should get together and cut them off for a month at least. I used to roll my eyes at her. But today I’m lost and hungry and need you so much. But you’re angry I didn’t follow your domination “rules” and be a good little sex slave. I’m as important to you as a dried-up Kleenex. I need to be more than someone’s toy. I need a connection. I need you to long to know of my childhood like I long to know of yours. To know what keeps you awake with worry in the dark. I wish I had someone who would get hard over just the scent of my perfume, the look of my legs in their black silk skirt. Too tired and sad to rope his balls today, to pretend I’m flirting with other guys to turn him on. Longing for the days when just the sight of an ankle could drive a man crazy and make him walk for miles in the snow to get some. Thinking of Mom and wondering if she was right. Wishing your arms were around me and your cock locked deep in me for comfort. Want your beautiful hands all over me, pushing the pain and the tears and the demons away.
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Want to cry but don’t want to ruin my makeup for the third time. Used to hate it when my mom would talk about sex. Said guys were too saturated with it now, they could take it or leave it, too much available pussy, it wasn’t special anymore, and every girl should get together and cut them off for a month at least. I used to roll my eyes at her. But today I’m lost and hungry and need you so much. But you’re angry I didn’t follow your domination “rules” and be a good little sex slave. I’m as important to you as a dried-up Kleenex. I need to be more than someone’s toy. I need a connection. I need you to long to know of my childhood like I long to know of yours. To know what keeps you awake with worry in the dark. I wish I had someone who would get hard over just the scent of my perfume, the look of my legs in their black silk skirt. Too tired and sad to rope his balls today, to pretend I’m flirting with other guys to turn him on. Longing for the days when just the sight of an ankle could drive a man crazy and make him walk for miles in the snow to get some. Thinking of Mom and wondering if she was right. Wishing your arms were around me and your cock locked deep in me for comfort. Want your beautiful hands all over me, pushing the pain and the tears and the demons away.
Published 10th Oct 2016
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10th Oct 2016 9:18pm
You sing for a lot of women, Sister. Your mother was right about one thing, sex does seem a commodity in today's times.
I don't believe there's one woman that can't relate to this in some personal way. Who hasn't at one time or another felt
used and discarded wondering where the tender compassion is.
Thank you for sharing and I hope your day becomes more gentler and easier with the passing of moments.
I don't believe there's one woman that can't relate to this in some personal way. Who hasn't at one time or another felt
used and discarded wondering where the tender compassion is.
Thank you for sharing and I hope your day becomes more gentler and easier with the passing of moments.
10th Oct 2016 9:50pm
Not all men treat women like this.
There are good Masters and there are bad.
The connection is everything.
I will quote you this (I didnt write it)
To love a submissive is to feast upon her form, appreciate her strength, cherish her mind, recognize her pain, understand her fears, admire her will, and treasure her submission.
/end quote
Speaking as someone who cherishes the things you crave to have bestowed upon you, there are the right ones out there. Redefine your rules, they are mutual, not only one sided (his). Hope you have a better day
There are good Masters and there are bad.
The connection is everything.
I will quote you this (I didnt write it)
To love a submissive is to feast upon her form, appreciate her strength, cherish her mind, recognize her pain, understand her fears, admire her will, and treasure her submission.
/end quote
Speaking as someone who cherishes the things you crave to have bestowed upon you, there are the right ones out there. Redefine your rules, they are mutual, not only one sided (his). Hope you have a better day
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11th Oct 2016 2:21am
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11th Oct 2016 6:06am
many things that pull a man & woman together,
many things that keep them apart;
sometimes all you can do is cry.
& maybe write poetry...
many things that keep them apart;
sometimes all you can do is cry.
& maybe write poetry...
12th Oct 2016 1:32am
We've become jaded with blatant (albeit fun) sex to the point of forgetting some of the more charming details. There's nothing quite like "a well-turned ankle" for example. Fine work Toni, but probably too eloquent to qualify as a rant.
29th Oct 2016 2:22pm
