ToxiBera

Prey. That was all i could think as the man in front of me looked at me, as he let loose a low growl and stalked towards me. His hand moved fast up to my throat as he grabbed me and pushed me hard against the wall forcing me to focus on him on ONLY him. He brought his head down to my mine leaving his lips just a breathless whisper away from mine and another low growl rumbled low in his throat and erupted from his smirking mouth as his eyes pinned me to the spot.

A lot of times no one understands. And a lot of times things dont always turn out the way that we want them to and when that happens we have a sense of defeat, a sense of worthlessness, a sense of its my fault that it didnt turn out the way that we had wanted it to and on some occasions we tend to blame the other part for what is going wrong.

Lets talk about this fun life style called BDSM.. Now i have been in the life style for many of years but in all truthful honesty i am no pro. I still have a lot to learn and a lot to understand about this life style. But, I want to write some things that i have learned about and share them with others.

the next morning.... things just didnt seem right. I dont know what it was or why I was feeling this way but something in the pit of my stomach said, " Now things have changed." and for the life of me I couldnt figure out why i was feeling this way. Yes, he was being aloof and distant acting like we didnt do any thing that was of massive importance last night and maybe i could be reading to much into it all. But, I thought that maybe he would have wanted to open up to me more and make things different and by different i mean in a good way but the way he was acting it was as though he didnt want to care. That i was just another virginity notch in his belt that he could slide into when ever he wanted to.

Love? Whats that..? i remember as a child i would ask what love was. How you knew that you were in love or that someone loved you the way that you wanted to. Well, for those still asking that question imma try and help you out. If a song comes on the radio or through your youtube playlist and only one person comes to your mind and you think about a situation that all you can do is smile at it.

Goose bumps. Thats all i could think about was how this mans every touch, every caress ,and every stroke of his hand down my back only seemed to make me get more and more goose bumps. And, i love it, i love the feel of his skin against mind how his hands will run through my hair and play with it and how he is just laying with me and not getting up immediately to get dressed and leave or do something else other then this. Like anything other then this, us cudling could be more important, his rough hands moved up over my spine and i shivered all over laying completely next to him.