AmberMoore
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I love this topic! When I first saw the Title my mind immedeatly went to this passage from a short story that was published in the First Volume of Leatherwomen. The Story was called "We Never Speak of these Things" It was credited to Maria K. Adar but thats just another one of Laura Antoniou's pen names. I've always been more of a lurker here than a sharer but I just wanted to share this beautiful passage. ****** And sometimes, I fell confused. At the emotions you bring out in me, at the ways you've made me rethink. You make me a tyrant, a monster, who dines on your suffering and drinks your strength. I am never so wonderful in you eyes as when I grind you into the dirt, leaving marks of scorn on your body and soul. You depend on me for approval yet wish for my anger. You always want and need more from me; yet as time passes, you make yourself content with less. I want to reward you, make you happy. But do so, I must punish you and make you feel like nothing. I don't know how I do this. But somehow, when I am with you, it all comes out of me. I am over whelmed by my own hungers, all responding to yours. I want to own you, to possess you, to mark you with my spirit. I want to raise you up as my most precious thing, not my lover, not my girlfriend, not my slave, not my submissive, not my bottom, not my toy, my boy, my girl, my pet, or my thing, but just absolutely Mine, for as long as we live. I am honored by your devotion and loyalty. I am humbled by your patience and strength. I am awed by your faith in me, and your ready obedience. I am made whole by your love. We tell each other these things every time we meet. We never speak of these things.
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