No trust No Future
The Devil says to me
But how can anyone trust the Devil I thought to myself , and just as Eve picked the apple the Devil picked my brain and answered questions I dare not ask out loud
Because you can be yourself with me
However sick and twisted you or your past is I will not judge thee
These words that the Devil spoke moved me because I fear my past sins
You dont have to say a word
He tells me, let me help you get the silence that you crave for
All of a sudden he didnt appear to be the Devil at all just a man with an offer
So I took a deep breath and extended my hand and for the first time in my life there was silence all of the voices of judgement and ridicule and self-doudt no longer existed
This man took my hand and guides me to a mirror, his warm strong yet gentle hands moved the hair from my face…You are beautiful my child left your head up and silence those voices for good. So i lift my head and looked in the mirror
These things that you crave are not sick nor twisted and trust me everyone has some of the same desires, for some people its just a thought in they refuse to give in to it. But for others its a craving a longing to cross the line and combine pleasure and pain….


To Be Continue…

BY ME
mofobian:

This thing keeps popping up, it’s a hit.

mofobian:

This thing keeps popping up, it’s a hit.

OH FIFTY SHADES, IM HAVING WICKED DREAMS ABOUT U N YOUR ITCHY PALMS
Om

Om

Wow

fifty-shades-of-grey:

These books are amazing.
I finished fifty shades of grey and I take back my comment before about the belt.
I am blazing through the second book and that makes me terribly sad because there is only one more book after that.
Anastasia and Christian never cease so amaze and surprise me.
I wish I had my own Christian Grey, kinks, shadows, troubles, and all.

MY INNER GODDESS IS CALLIN OUT FOR FIFTY SHADES

This is not about pain. It is not about fear. It is about being submissive.
…I want to be hurt or frightened. I want to be possessed; to belong to him. Whether I am bound, collared, or snuggled up beside him, I want his love. It is not a power play, it is simply how I feel loved.
~ I will call you Sir

This is not about pain. It is not about fear. It is about being submissive.

…I want to be hurt or frightened. I want to be possessed; to belong to him. Whether I am bound, collared, or snuggled up beside him, I want his love. It is not a power play, it is simply how I feel loved.

~ I will call you Sir

Rumi –I have fallen to my knees unable to rise, what kind of trap is this? What kind of chains has tied my hands and feet? It is so strange, so wonderful this helplessness of mine