***Do NOT follow me if you are under 18. *** My writing is tagged “words in the wind” and can usually be found with the search function or clicking on the hashtag in a post.Born in 1971, I am a happily married woman of faith with a submissive soul and a little girl’s hopeful heart.This blog is many things to me, but it is primarily a dichotomous fusion of darkness and light. It is one of the most personal and private things I’ve ever done, while also being brave and unashamed to be seen. I am undefined here, limited only by the lines I choose to draw.It is my personal reconciliation of a wounded (but healing) little girl that longs to dance free and be vulnerable, treasured, and delighted in, and a courageously strong, capable, lust-filled submissive woman that craves obedience and primal passion. My bisexual inclinations - the craving for friendship, emotional and sexual intimacy, deep conversations, playful antics, and loving support with another woman, are largely unexplored, but remain a part of me nonetheless. I do not ask for you to believe the same things I do.Even I sometimes question the things that arouse me, but I think that’s one of the great things about dreams, they belong to you, and no one else gets to tell you they are right, wrong, or otherwise. I make no apology for my imagination, the blurred lines of reality and fiction, nor the things I fantasize about. They don’t define me, and neither do you. Former blog - chrissymiller89. (Background photo - "Tweet" by Sara Riches)
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There is nothing that attracts me more than a deep, honest, serene, and truly meaningful conversation.
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“You were born with the ability to change someone’s life, don’t ever waste it.”
— Unknown
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“Of all the deep longings, this ache for missing intimacy, cuts through sharply, like a scream in a silent room, like the last gasping breath under a stifling mask, like the huge lump in the throat that one is unable to swallow. This deep ache to be held, to know touch both the casual and intense variety, to catch an eye in answering laughter, to merge into oneness, to sing through existence in resonance with another, to simply be in deep love in openness. to live and die in intimacy and vulnerability in a loved one’s arms. And, you ache alone…”
— Srividya Srinivasan
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