sweetlynaughty
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Tears fill my eyes to the rim
And like a rushing wave
They fall down my cheeks
Slicing a path down my face

My skin grows cold
I feel despise fill my veins
The dread of my mistakes
I’m so stupid!

Never trust again
Never trust again

Once upon a time…
But no more is he mine
His lies made me cry
Does it come easy to him?

I gave myself to him
Blindly
I thought I was his
He whispered he was mine

The nights are silent now
Reality settles in on me
It feels as if I’m under water
Slowly floating up

I’m so tired

Someday I’ll try again to find a Dom. But what if he’s not out there? What if “My Mr. Perfect” doesn’t exist?

I thought I found it this time, I thought it was going so well. Long phone conversations, texting every day, amazing sex, deep mental and emotional connection. We even had fun together, laughed during sex, lazy time spent resting in his arms or on the couch talking with our feet meeting in the middle. Everything was so easy. Except one critical

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In his arms is my safe place
At his feet, between his legs I feel so submissive
His deep voice beacons me
I get lost in our deep consuming kisses
Red imprints heat my skin marked by large hands
My room smells of his intoxicating scent
Tangled bed sheets covered in sweat and cum
Floggers and toys covered the dresser
Bondage ties around the four bed posts
If walls could talk…

I sit in the dark as he paints his portrait of us
Dark reds and purples, form into bodies in lust

He whispers in my ear of dark deeds he will soon do
My wrists and ankles shackled, flogging me black & blue

Pain for pleasure are his wicked promises in the dark hour
His mouth will consume me, my sweet flavor he will devour

He will claim me as his with adoration and a collar
I will worship him every day calling him Sir with honor

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