September 14th - Fall is in the air.

Started playing around on the cam last night with one of my fave little red winter coats, with lingerie underneath and my black boots and a black wig on.  Feeling very urban slut.  Wolfe soon came upstairs and very firmly confirmed those feelings...

I loved him climbing the steel ladder to the loft  whispering "I want to fuck you on the cam"

I've been living in sexual fantasy land lately... 
and a lot of reality too... <smile>  But I always want 
to push it, think of the edge of my limits, where the greatest intensity lays.. somewhere usually for me
where fear and lust come together.

I like to be dominant, but I don't know if it will ever push me over the edge the way subbing out does.   Reading Rice's Exit to Eden, isn't helping... she's a brilliant writer, though I find that her quality drops a bit with her erotica, and there is a bit of that corny romance element that works its way in among the whips and chains.  I am both totally compelled and totally terrified by the idea of someone I love going over that edge with me and getting into ultra dominant mode.   Hard, cruel, total Master/Mistress mode, where nothing but my total abandonment of being and submission will do.  Totally deliciously terrifying.  My current two edgiest fantasies are... HER and me totally alone, with a strap-on, and her finding intense top space, lust, selfishness and anger mixed in some exquisite punishing blend (hurt me?), but it has to be real... I would rather have sincere vanilla sex than a forced attempt at something that's just not flowing... flow is important.  The second is being alone with the boys, and part of some rough games...  HE in particularly terrifies me in some ways, because I think he's most of the time been bottom, yet he can be incredibly intense and edgy (see fading bruises from bite marks on my chest...) and because of his extreme nurturing personality, exudes a sense of safety.. out of all of them sometimes I think he could get away with doing the most extreme things to me.  Not sure I want to find out.  Part of me is slightly humiliated by my extreme desire as of late to be a sex toy... play with me?  please????... I'll beg!  <groan>  I even love the humiliation... I hide a lot of all of it inside though, because I'm scared of rejection.. don't want my partners overwhelmed by my excessively needy whimpy sub space.. though here I am confessing anyways.. <grin>

(Let's not talk about this journal entry later guys... okay.. entirely too embarrassing....) But here I am in confession mode.. reminds me of a poem I wrote a while back... confessions, bdsm, feeling lost and found all at the same time... 

Deliverance 

whirling, spinning, dancing        dervish like stumbling grace

staring eyes                          smudged face

 Palms raised       sky clad          crazed

seeking nirvana,   bodhi        bliss.

Distraction, satisfaction

tantric tumblings            speaking in tongues

a rapturous kiss

The Kundalini serpent rising      a Taoist priestess, in our midst

I ching hexagrams dance in your eyes

Tarot card promises                           take me for a ride

pass me the chalice                      I want to take a sip

sacrificial daggers               penance with the whip

The cleric’s robe hangs parted       blood, bread and mead

Consecrated holy host

the rite of passage      initiates and acolytes   atoning for our sins

there is no god but man

we’ve fallen from the clouds       to rape the earth in our hands

to devour             and devour            and devour

to fill our selves with the holy      to fill the hole with the soul

questing for the San graal

the numinous

the promise

deliverance

Well my world feels totally turned upside down and I love it... <smile>... 

It would take a lot for me to lose my blissed out head space right now.  Mmmmm... I have the next two days off, and looking forward to sitting with my feelings, hopefully in the company at times of others who share similar/compatible yens and yearnings... 

Since I'm in a begging mood anyways... might as well go for the whole nine yards... If you read my journal, and you like some of what I do here.. please please please consider supporting the site with a membership.  (Wolfe is going to cringe at me for this.. he says people don't like to be asked and it won't make any difference, but I don't believe that...)  I really want to be able to keep doing this and want to try and make it viable.. and to do that I need support. I know some people really can't afford to pay (I'm one of those people myself, who wish I could easily drop a few bucks the way of some sites I really admire), but I also know for some of you it would be no big deal... and if that's the case, please consider.  (there you go... total embarrassment journal entry today.. have I no shame?... some, but not much! <grin>)

XOXOXOXOXOX... Katt
(come on.. pay for me.. degrade me with your cash...
let me whore my soul for you... )

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