Late Night Thought

As I lay on the couch I fantasize about a bondage encounter
As someone who was a dominatrix…I crave for my man to take the lead
It is so easy and so simple to suck, ride and fuck
But my fantasies want more
I guess from my life its not typical to come across a black female
Who
Enjoys the thrill of being submissive
Who enjoys a man who can dominate
A man whose not afraid to fuck rough….borderline violent
A man who chokes me from behind as he fucks me hard…almost violently
A man who understands how much I love control so he challenges me
By making me submissive
Men think its sexy for a woman to call him “daddy”
Fuck I don’t fuck my daddy so that doesn’t turn me on
Save that bullshit for an inexperience sexual partner
I love to be tied up, bent over and spanked
I enjoy oral and am talented enough to know he will not be able to stop or control his orgasm
I love to have my hair or weave pull
I love sex swings
I hate boring sex
But yet I don’t engage in threesomes
In my opinion, I love one on one sexual encounters
And I love a man to makes it his duty to ensure
I’m sexually satisfied
Because I make sure my sexual victims w
alk away with thoughts of me for all eternity

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Sometimes I sit back and think on my life thus far and cry over the situation I put myself in
I wanted to be liked and loved so bad… I forgot to love myself
I hear people say “i love you”‘, “you are a great woman” and “you’re beautiful”
But yet people have treated me so ugly, unwanted and unneeded.
I remember a time growing, looking at other girls and women
Wishing I was them or wishing to look like them
Psychologically, I have been so screwed, I forgot my own worth
I sold myself to others at the price of fool’s gold
But yet I wanted others to see me as a rare, beautiful, exotic jewel.
In life, nothing is guaranteed but death
But I will be damned if I let others continue to devalue me
As a cancer patient whose remission fluctuates
I need to value each day I am given.
I was afraid of life just as much as I was afraid of dying
And during those times….
I made myself mentally crazy.
I still blame a lot of my thought process on not being loved growing up
But I am a work in progress
I wouldn’t say I believe in “God”
But I do believe in a higher being
And no matter how much “humans” given up on me….
My guardian angels believe in me
I never wanted to be alone in life
But whatever is destined to be will be.
I just want to remain in remission
Hear the magical words “You are cancer free”
And remain in that state.
I promise be stay emotionally happiness
And stop allowing others to steal my joy
Maybe one day love will find me
Until then…..(if it ever happens) I want to continue to love, respect and honor me
I miss being a happy, ball busting, laugn out loud, sarcastic, smartass with wit so sharp even the best quality knife idolizes me
I will be back…I promise!