Writing

It is not evident at all, but I have been doing some writing the past few days. Mostly privately reflecting, though. Thinking about intimacy and what that looks like. So I am going to take a break from that for a second but not really. I was writing in a new book project I have going on. And it has been interesting to see if I can leave out all the reflecting from the story. Also thinking about how this one will end because the main character is definitely a specific person I picture. In the past, I have fallen in love with book characters, and lately, I have been writing about real people and making them into characters. This could be good and bad.

There is a tendency to make someone into your fantasy, and in your head, you have already gone through the process of getting to know them and setting up that intimacy you want through your writings. And when they will only allow you to be words on a screen, words are all you have

But, I give you an excerpt of something I am working on that may dive into who I am and how I submit, so a brief intimate look at me:

I was happy for him to take. I wanted all of him. I wanted this energy from him. How did this man, whom I still know very little about, come to mean so much to me? I needed that feeling of him inside me. It is sometimes hard to understand how important it is to me as a submissive to feel owned and a part of someone. I want his cum to be mine. I want to know that I have done a good job of pleasing him.

Listening to him now, getting close. Coming from him, for some reason, means so much more to me. Being that person who elicits those growls and that desire. I want that. I want to elicit other things, too. I want him to want to hurt me. I want him to feel that strongly about me.