xxxslyce
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13 years ago @ Mistress Arabella'... - The Realm of Fantasy · 1 reply · +1 points
Then, who holds the keys?
When our fantasies feel so out of reach, so beyond our grasp?
The mind is an organ of the intellect, yes, and also one of the sex.
With the gentle caress or stinging lick of a thought, I touch myself, and the images that play forth, lighting up like a grid of electricity through my being, are of me, and are also beyond me.
This is fantasy.
Projecting my consciousness into a hyper-reality...not what is, but what could be, what would be, if only...
The mind is also a maze, set with the traps and walls of conditioning and coping, negotiating, and compromising...and we've erected them all to keep ourselves alive, normal, accepted, connected...
But what if when I look into the shadows of our mind, and see that She who holds the keys....
She is me.
That powerful and fearful silhouette, my own projection, judge, domme, keeper, built of a thousand subtle stories, some of my own creating, and some not so...
...and then what if I can find myself suddenly and gently fingering cold metal...find myself leaning up against those firm bars, rubbing my cheek against a heavy lock...how far am I willing to go? What is this throbbing I feel deep in my belly as I gaze past the bars into a world of unknown pleasures, as I gaze into the eyes of some unfathomable creature of the heightened sense realms? Do I lean my forehead against the door, feeling my breasts graze those delicious rods? Do I then press the key into that complex well-oiled hole, feel my breath release as a click fills the mind-space around me, gasp as the spring gives...
Do I dare create reality?
xxx
Slyce
13 years ago @ Mistress Arabella'... - What is Love? · 0 replies · +1 points
13 years ago @ Mistress Arabella'... - My First Morning Wood. · 0 replies · +2 points
The first time I wore one, I just lay there alone, deep in the middle of the dark hours... running my hand along it's length... panting at the firmness I could feel both snug within me and protruding out into space....breath coming short, moaning at the shifts it made within as I used my muscles to thrust and lie still, used my hand to grip this divine tool hard, jack myself off, imagining her on top of me...riding me...fucking me....a revelation revolution of the masculine and feminine...and needing no one at all in the room to feel completely sexed, and whole. xxx Slyce.
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