Life's Winding Path

In cries, the clenching fire the tight knotting frees and sends me to the stars.
Trembling and panting to capture breath so swiftly stolen by His power.
His growls of delight resounding in my ear only adds to the delighted shudder.
Kneeling thighs so wide they hurt but nothing is left but that floating bliss.
It is in this, my pure slavery is felt.
For my body was not touched but my mind.
Focusing my pure core to be the slave of His control.
He is the Puppeteer and His hand guides me and fills me and consumes me.
My orgasm for Him, not myself anymore.
What beauty is this to be His.
To only be able to hoarsely whisper..."Thank You Master"
To when asked..."How do you feel My slave?"
The only words that come trembling like jewels from my lips is..."Wow"
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It is odd. For myself i know my path has been interesting to say the least. People who i have met. People whom i have corresponded to. People who i never even have conversed with who have impacted my life. The people who will come into my life and make a difference.

In the past things have gone right or wrong. i can sit and examine each time and learn more about life and myself in them How i reacted to something. Maybe how i should have reacted. Maybe how an event shaped my desires, thoughts, happiness, time. Maybe how an event shaped my sadness in the same venue.

"I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course." ~Franz Grillparzer~

i believe we are all on our path. A twisted and curvy path at times. Sometimes very uphill. Trudging in what feels like freezing cold. Hungry, tired, alone, wondering if we will ever see the sun. Other times along our path flowers bloom and the sun warms it's radiant fingers on our faces. We feel the warmth and we maybe see next to our path another's. We are not so lonely anymore. In fact we feel the embrace of love and perhaps a hand holding ours.

Sometimes on our path there are thorns and loose stones. splits and twists and things that jump out and scare us. Sometimes that makes us clutch harder ont he hand in ours. Makes us lean on them to help us over the bumps. Or maybe we pull away and run very hard and very far until it feels we can't even stand.

"I've already told you the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." ~Marquis de Sade~

Perhaps a path moves away from ours. Or weaves in and out of our lives touching in small or very monumental ways. Maybe fate's touch brings people into our lives. Then out of them again. We don't understand why. Maybe we are not meant to but to keep going forward. Remembering and learning from our path before. Continuing to live life to our fullest. Because maybe the road ahead will converge with ours and become the path that stays beside ours forever.

"They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream." ~Ernest Christopher Dowson~

Sometimes when we look at our choices from one path to another. We see the incline and storm clouds lingering overhead. The other path looks much easier and light. But something within us urges us tot he incline and clouds ahead. This is where maybe we choose the easy or the hard path. It changes our fates and maybe who's paths cross our way. Or maybe it is just a longer path around the mountain and we end up again on the same path down the road.

All i can truly know is i am on my path and will try and always stay positive and be helpful on my path through this life. Giving and being the woman and slave i can be.