Thank you for sharing with me the essence and birth of your desire. The facts, so eloquently yet painfully
laid out, have shown me the path you have chosen. Perhaps it is because I am blessed with this vantage
point, outside your life, that your experience is so poignant.
The prison to which you have created
for yourself is one that is not unfamiliar to me. Personal experience begs me to tell you that the
craving for something when it is forbidden is human nature and makes the forbidden sin sweeter.
Let’s
say that your wife gave you her approval to seek your pleasures. Or if by terrible circumstance, you
had never met and married her.
Then you would be left alone with your passion. With no fence, no cliff
edge and nothing to keep you from fulfilling your desires, the possibility of fulfilling them in the
open may give you more than you are able to accept.
Like fear of freedom. Free the bird from her gilded
cage, will her song be as sweet?If you found and partnered with one that shared your bliss, is there
something in one’s psyche that conveys that only spanking may not be enough? Is there something unknown
that could be breached if the passions were to run loose in those fingers of yours?Pleasures wished
for, once sated create a larger yearning.
That is what promotes unions in which these secret gardens
must bloom. The Secret Passion, the Desperate minutes waiting before the whip strikes, before flesh
contacts flesh, before the ripening of desire fills your mind with limitless trees from which to pick
the ripest fruit.
With the juice dripping down your chin, your fingers sticky, do we not long for the
next berry, the next slice, hoping for something sweeter, fearing the next piece will make our current
mouthful seem sour?The flavors, the passion, the overwhelming addiction that is discipline… I have
been consciously submissive since the age of 16, now 38 years old this girl has tasted the hot, sweet,
bitter, and utter Sex clubs near shallotte nc vibration on my tongue of the pleasures of the flesh.
My specialty is limits – and the breaking of such.I have never known one single man or woman that could
taste just one berry.
When you are given free reign to taste them all, you will see.But in the mean
time, please know that the sweet secret you have, that sublime torture that forces you to wait until
you are permitted the view of the perfectly upturned butt cheeks, the white perfect globes, slightly
quivering with anticipation, the cleft of the creature to whom you shall bestow your time and attention…
this is the hors d'oeuvre hour… your meal will come to you when you are truly hungry.