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Submissive.........
Intimacy and intensity, communication and connection. I'm an adventurer in this life and it is always a pleasure meeting new people. I am looking for a Dom in my life to fulfill that part of me that longs for a self-confident, strong, intelligent man who can handle the fact that I already have a very rewarding life.
If you are looking to go a bit deeper than just the surface, feel free to contact me. I happen to love the northwest and do not plan on relocating. I would consider moving back to the U.K., but other wise this area suits me well. I have recently moved to the Columbia Gorge, not far from Hood River.
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Alpha
You
found your way into me
Much
like the essence of the Blues
There
is a rhythm to your movements
Bitter
sweetness to your taste and touch.
I
warm to your embrace
To
the sharpness of your edge
Pressing
my heart against the blade of your being.
I
open to the crack of your whip
Moist
warm breath on the back of my neck
Bruises
of delight between rib cage and womb.
With
you I am animal
Claws
extended,
Teeth
barred,
Tail
raised,
Surrendering
to the alpha maleness of your nature.
In
this moment I am content to be
Submissive
Subservient
Female
A
canvas awaiting the stroke of your brush.
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December 17, 2007
As we enter into the dark time of the year I look over this last year in a state of wonder. So many things have happened, positive changes have occured merely by taking a look at things in a different way. The winter solstice is at the end of the week and I am feeling grateful for all that I have in my life. Several months ago I met a Dom here on CollarMe and we are in the process of exploring each other in many ways. This relating has felt more balanced than other situations I have experienced in these realms. It is so delightful to finally have my needs met. So, for those who read this, take heart. It is possible to meet some amazing people on web sites such as these. Enjoy the winter!
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Time is an amazing thing. We waste it, covet it, cherish it, long for more of it, and sometimes wish there wasn't such a thing called time at all. It's been my experience lately that people seem to view time just a bit differently than I do. I've been self-employed for many years and during certain seasons I often work 6 days a week. I tend to schedule my time off a bit in advance because I wish to make the most of my free time. I love to be spontaneous, but that isn't always possible. I also enjoy meeting people in real time here. I'm not too sure if it is the alignment of the stars or what but I've been having a few missed connections with people lately. Meet and greets that fall short at the last minute, people saying they will be in touch and don't follow up. So, presently I'm re-thinking this whole on-line approach. When I think of meeting the Dom of my dreams, he is someone who follows through with his actions and his words. So, if there is anyone out there that can give me a few words of advice on this one, or at least a bit of encouragement, it would be appreciated.
edgeling.....feeling just a bit lost in the dust............
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The web of this net that we communicate in has it's pros and cons. As we reach out to each other, trying to find that special person that fits just right, life happens along the way. I'm sure you have had the situation where you are chatting, talking, learning about another person and then wham! They disappear. Just like that. Being that you haven't met them yet or just recently met, you start to wonder. Hmmmmm...... what happened? Was it something I said? Did life grab them by the short and curlies and toss a ringer in their direction? So many things can happen. I will admit to at times being one that has disappeared in the past, but I'm trying to be better at such things. Perhaps we should all remember that there is a real person on the other end of this line and act accordingly.....with honesty, tact and grace.
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In this moment my heart is open and I am experiencing a sense of grace. I have spent the week with a dear friend of mine from Hawaii. Yesterday three of us women, all old friends took time off to be mountain women. We hiked through the woods, climbed over snow, rolled up our pants and plunged our way through an icy stream. Time slowed down during the hours we walked, laughed, enjoyed each others company. There is nothing like old friends, except, perhaps, new ones that are promising to be old ones, in time.
The Kinky Carnival is happening in Seattle tomorrow evening and I'm in charge of running the hug and snuggle area. I've worked the carnival during the last few years and it is so much fun. It is a place that allows people to have a taste of what they might have always wanted to experience, but were afraid to venture. It is my belief that people should explore all aspects of their nature as a way of having a better understanding of who they are. As adults we spend too much time feeling the weight of the world on our shoulders. This is a place where the child within you can come out to play. I must say I'm happy to be involved in such an event. Well, evening calls, much to do......
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In the past, journaling has always taught me a thing or two about myself. There are those moments when you sit back and stare at the words before you. So, for my first entry I thought I would share a little bit of my nature with you through words. I wrote this last summer, but I still think it rings true for me today.
Be my
muse.......
Take me
on a journey inside myself. Help me to know the primal nature of my
being. Such places require a guide and I know that I can't go
there on my own. Take me by the hand, guide me, teach me, push me
into knowing more of who I am so that I might be able to gain a
greater understanding of humanity. We are connected, you know.
I see my reflection in your eyes.
This
door that we step through requires me to pass the keys into your
capable hands. In doing so we step from being equals into a
different kind of relating. I am aware that in passing these keys to
you I am offering you the gift of my nature. What I can gain from
knowing you will be bought with my subservience and elements of
devotion. I offer you my creativity and the workings of my mind. I
offer you my body for your use and pleasure. I step into the unknown
trusting that you have my best interest at heart.
These
are moments of intimacy and intensity and I know that I can not live
in such a manner day in and day out without disappearing. I need to return to the center of my being from time to time, so that when you have need of me, I am fully present. And so, I
await your call, your words, your needs with longing and desire.
There is nothing like that moment when I stand before you, eyes
lowered, feet apart, my hands linked behind my back. I wonder in
such moments what my first awareness of you will be. It might be
the timber of your voice, the feel of your hands on me, the pressure
of your cock pressed against my thigh, or the softness of rope being
tied around my wrists.
For some
this form of relating is merely sexual. I will admit that without a
sexual element to it I doubt this form of play would have attracted
my attention. I'm drawn into the aspects of the possibility of
extending desire and fulfillment. Anticipation is a powerful thing.
As my muse you are always a step or two a head of me, which is
fitting. Part of what fascinates and intrigues me is the uncertainty
of where you are going to take me next. I might find myself in your
company walking down a dark alley. Without warning I'm pressed up
against a chain link fence and you direct me to lace my hands through
the fence. You kick my feet apart, yank my skirt down to my knees
leaving my bottom bare to the world. Voices spill over from across
the block and I know anyone could see me in this rather compromising
situation. You might cup your hands around my hips and give me the
fucking of a life time. Or maybe you just might have me stand there
for a while as I wonder who in the hell is going to come around that
corner at any moment. There is nothing like anticipation. Awaiting for the
fulfillment of a moment.
With all
good stories there is a beginning a middle and an ending. After an
evening of experiencing the tension of this dance you take me into
the softness of yourself. Cradled in your arms I am safe, sound and
secure. I am reassured that I hold a special space in your life and
that I am worthy of your attentions. And so it ends and so it
begins.......
Will you
be my muse?
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| Age: 28 |
| Stcloud,
Minnesota |
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