Passionate

I am a passionate woman.  I constantly think about sex and submission, sexual images flood my mind, and I am most often in a state of arousal.  And yet, I am guessing that many of the people in my “real” world see me quite differently and would be shocked to learn of the thoughts running through my head.  You all are privy to this part of me… you read about the kinky thoughts that I don’t share with others, the experiences I’ve had behind closed doors, the experiences I would like to have… 

If you were to ask one of my family members or close friends about me, I am guessing they would describe me as…always in control, calm, confident, a high-achiever, well-organized, a leader, and perhaps even, formidable. I am calculating, always weighing the options of any decision. I can be quick to anger (though I often hide this) and even quicker to forgive.  I readily own my short comings (controlling, bossy, opinionated).  I put a lot of focus on self-improvement and meeting goals.  I value integrity.  I am someone who others come to with their problems because I am steady and strong. 

But while these things are true, it just doesn’t paint the whole picture.  It doesn’t paint the me that I am inside.  I am passionate.  My desires burn within me.  I WANT so badly…want to be touched, to be consumed, to be taken. I want to lose control. I want to submit to the dark fantasies within my mind.  I see myself there…on my knees, bare skin glistening, strong hands in my hair, tears streaming down my face as my mouth is soundly fucked.  Primal urges being met as two bodies, two beings come together in sheer animal lust.  The pain, and the pleasure…indistinguishable experiences…

I am the wife who gives one hundred percent of herself. I am the girl, bent over his knee, receiving discipline. I am the professor who encourages critical thinking and self-efficacy.  I am the slave, on her knees, wearing only his collar.  I am the dog mom who puts time and energy into molding well-behaved furry companions. I am the girl standing in the corner, her bottom red, and his lessons branded on her heart.  I am passionate.  I am me. 

In reflection,

nora