Lost

I crave Him morning, noon, and night. There is nothing like the taste of Him. Feeling His dick against my tongue is my communion. When my hands are on Him I find a peace I never knew existed. 

And god...when He's in me...deep...when He's filled my hole, consumed my mind with dark twisted words, when He reaches into my soul and toys with my vulnerablity...when He hurts me and seduces my fear for His pleasure...I'm lost. 

Just fucking lost. In Him. In Our beautiful darkness. 

~sigh~

~DominaKat