“The taste of you is so intoxicating that the mere memory of you shooting your orgasm down my throat sends waves of nostalgic pleasure throughout my body.”
This is a text I sent to my Dominant, Lucius Scribbens. I was fantasizing about him face fucking me. The thoughts made my body shiver and I became wet with anticipation of him coming home.
Today I tried running back home
Overwhelmed by emotions in a moment of vulnerability
I ran home.
~Morning Devotions ~
Awakening from sweet slumber
Stretching as my first
Thoughts of you
Immerses me in pure arousal
A quote from one of my favorite books:
The more you love, the more you can love–and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had Time Enough, he could Love all of the majority who are decent and just.
As I am learning everyday, Love exists without rules, boundaries or conditions. Not only for others but for myself as well.
Be good to me so that I am able to be good to others.
I am worthy of the same love, consideration, and compassion I give.