“Look at the stars, all around us. The wonders this world contains is beyond our imagination. We cannot see everything that happens around us all of the time, we are blind to the smallest details our world has to offer.”
He sat on a hill with a young girl and boy under the night sky. They had…
“These are the things I learned (in Kindergarten):
1. Share everything.
2. Play fair.
3. Don’t hit people.
4. Put thngs back where you found them.
5. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.
6. Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
7. Say you’re SORRY when you HURT somebody.
8. Wash your hands before you eat.
9. Flush.
10. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
11. Live a balanced life - learn some and drink some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.
12. Take a nap every afternoon.
13. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
14. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Stryrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
15. Goldfish and hamster and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
16. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first workd you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.”
― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
“You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.”
On Being Part of her When Apart…
I have written about the yearning and the ache that occurs when a Dominant and his girl are apart. Indeed, there is no more agonizing feeling than when a girl craves her man but cannot physically be with him.
Yet - if a Dominant has the creativity, sensuality, and ability to train a girl to his voice, amazing things can happen. I wrote recently about this phenomena - training a girl to become aroused and wet to the sound of my voice.
Mind you - this is not a commonplace occurrence. This kind of connection can be forged only when mind, body, heart, and soul are united as two equal but opposite halves of the same coin. It does not happen as a kink “quickie”. It evolves only when a Dominant reaches deep into his girl, uncovers her proclivities, wants, needs, hungers, and desires - and brings them to the forefront by creating incredibly intimate experiences for her.
Consider a girl alone. Far from her Dominant, who she craves with a burning desire. She wakes, writes to him, and begins her day. She feels him in the words he has written, things he has said, and experiences she has treasured. Yet, no matter her activity or social situation around her - she longs for him.
She texts that she is about to step into the shower. As she strips, her phone rings. It is him.
He makes no small talk. He tells her to be silent. And then he takes her. Talking in a hushed, intense whisper. With a sensual force that overcomes her in an instant.
She steps into the shower, feeling the warm water envelop her as he does. She keeps the phone to her ear, high and dry. And the ravishing begins. He tells her precisely how his hands are exploring her body, relating in exquisite detail the touches, penetrations, pinches, twists, and pulls he will rain down upon her tender flesh and yearning holes. His voice comes as intense, low, penetrating presence, the product of his own craving and animal hunger.
And she writhes. Not by her own touch - by his. She could not comprehend before him how she could be fondled and penetrated like this, with an eerie certainty that it is by his hand, not hers.
She buckles at his first command to cum, her body responding in reflex action to his words. Her breath comes in short stabs as she whimpers, moans, and screams out her orgasm - “cumming for YOU, Sir”. It matters not if he has commanded her to be silent, because those words reverberate in her head, ringing out over and over again.
The next ten minutes are a whirlwind of sensation and sexual delight as he ravishes her completely. He fucks her, pinches her, seizes her in his grasp, and uses her completely. And she cums for him over and over again, whimpering, shaking, and shuddering, feeling like a ragdoll in his arms.
And then, he is gone. She places the phone out on the vanity, and retreats to the warm waters and soothing steam of her shower. She is still panting, her body giving over involuntarily to the aftershocks and pulses he has resurrected from her erotic center. She leans against the shower wall until she can feel her legs under her again, and she smiles the deepest, most loving smile.
What a devil he can be. A deviant, decadent, diabolical devil.
But her devil.
How she loves this dance on the fringe of darkness…
© Fringe of Darkness 2012
