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A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES FROM MY TWISTED SEXUAL ADVENTURES
Naked Poetry
A night with Calliope the muse ignites a flame of purpose
Who have you become? A silent thought at 2:48 AM after another lustful night lying next to a woman who just opened her heart for me while I drowned in a sea of emotional hell.
It’s paradoxical. In my bed is a magnificent goddess, sexy, intelligent, and a ball of energy. Yet somehow, my heart is closed; it’s as if every woman I’ve met knows how to enjoy the vibrant colors of life while I’m stuck in a black and white world.
How is this possible, I thought to myself while she slept.
The highest form of intimacy is required in a D/s dynamic. Turn-ons without judgment. Limits pushed to the point make you feel as if you are unbreakable on both sides of the relationship. It’s an emotional roller coaster, and I am learning more about myself than any other relationship. But nothing matters if I feel empty inside.
I got up to write in my journal after reality set back in. Naturally, another story made its way through my wounds, trying to tell me something.
That wasn’t just sex; it was poetry.
I look down at my hands searching for freedom again while my heart…
