My Dark Desire

Not for the faint of heart. Many men doesn't understand my need to marked. To feel the sting and see the bruises appear. Almost a week later I watch my body in awe. The weekend wasn't a sweet dream or fantasy. It was real. Strong arms. Strong hands and a mouth that was both insanely sweet and tender to my pussy and brutal to my muscles and skin. He is an Transylvanian. The Wolf. Dracula.  Say no more. To both feel his tender care and dark primal. To feel good even when my body is off. To laugh and cry. To connect and be close. The unexpected gift on my doorstep. A man fully committed to protect my heart and body. Do I dare to say yes to this Gemini? His twin nature is strong. His light and his dark. His divine and his primal. The Man and The boy. It isn't the right time. He knows it and he doesn't care. I'm slow. Even slower. He is massive to my whole system. An sudden answer to my prayers and hidden desire. Please God. I thought I had time. I didn't knew it was possible this fast. I'm not in love. I'm so sober and practical in this. I practice radical honesty and 1000% responsibility for my communication. And my body knows him. He fits in way I never have experienced before. Slower.And even slower. He doesn't shame me for my dark. He understand the need to be marked.