Category: Writing
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Never Anyone Else
Every now and then, I’ve been asked, “What’s it like to be you?” And the truth is, I don’t really know. I’ve never been anyone else. There’s no point of comparison, no test run in someone else’s skin, no “before” story to measure against my own. This road—rough in some places, sharp in others—is the only one…
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Grabbin’ Biscuits
Ever heard the saying, “you gotta risk it for the biscuit”?Nobody can quite pin down where it started—some say an old newspaper headline, some say an ad campaign, maybe just street talk that stuck. Doesn’t matter. What matters is why it stuck. Because deep down, we all know the truth inside it:Life doesn’t hand out biscuits.You…
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Embracing the Beauty of Almost
It’s hard to measure almost; cause almost doesn’t count. ~Dray Orion They say close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.But “almost”—that’s a different beast. Almost is dirty. It’s frustrating. It’s the bruise you keep pressing just to remind yourself you were in the fight.Most people write it off. No win? Doesn’t matter.But almost is where…
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If I Died Last Night
If I died last night… Would you be angry you didn’t call me back?Would you remember the last thing I said to you?Would it be something worth holding on to… or something you’d wish you could change? If I died last night, you’d hear people talk about me—and they’d list the bullet points.Where I was…
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Years of Experience
We’ve all seen shitty drivers, right? Of course, we have.They should have passed a test for their license, they know ‘most’ of the rules. They know how to turn (even if most do it without a turn signal), back up, play their favorite song, park (questionable), and fill up the gas tank (most at least).…
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The Plug
I’m the plug. For every demon I ever tried to outrun. I quit running. Now I keep them fed. They come to me hollow-eyed and hungry, mouths open, needing something wicked to chew on—and I give it to them. Sadism in a syringe.Degradation wrapped in lace.Rage with a ribbon.Shame on tap like fine wine. I…
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The Importance of Words: The Power of Asking
Let’s be clear about something: Dominants are not mind readers. We don’t have a crystal ball that tells us exactly what you need, what you want, or how far you want to go. You can’t expect us to always guess. You have to use your words. I tell my submissives all the time: “Use your…
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You Thought I would Break
You thought I would break, didn’t you?You saw the cracks and mistook them for weakness.But I wasn’t cracking—I was expanding.Stretching past what tried to contain me. Growing into a version of myself you never saw coming. You thought the silence meant defeat. You mistook stillness for surrender.But I wasn’t frozen—I was choosing my next move…
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Tide of Ruin
It’s five in the morning,and the air is sharp, like the edge of My blade before the first cut.I’m awake,thinking about you—about how I want to lap at your cunt the way the North Atlantic lashes the cliffs of Ireland.Not to soothe.To punish.To erode.To claim. Not a kiss.A reckoning. I’m not here for romance.I’m here…
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Effort: My Unexpected Fetish
Effort isn’t sexy because it looks good on paper.It’s sexy because it’s the blood, the grit, the truth. We all know the game—the “show up” for the world with your best face on, the one that gets the likes, the approval, the applause. But effort? Effort doesn’t care about applause. It doesn’t care about validation. Effort shows up when…
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