Vivienne in Bloom

This photo arouses an exquisite darkness in me… the perfection of her face… the sheer silk chiffon… the coquettish collar… the leash… held by an unseen man or woman who owns her…. I crave that ownership, that belonging so intensely… it ignites a fire in my core… creates a pulsing between my legs… and that pulse… that pulse begs… pleads… rhythmically… sending out a call of heat and slick want… pheromones that reverberate… I am aroused by my own scent… that saturated primal musk… that essence that signals my willingness to be taken… pierced… penetrated… used… and spent by Him… for Him… with Him.

- Viv

In a world full of cynics

Chasing empty encounters

An old soul romantic

On a spiritual mission

Is radical

Be one in a billion

Be a unicorn

B E L O V E

She was a lady, genteel

With a resolve like steel

Tightly laced with secret lust

And his feral fingers

Loved to loosen those laces

He knew how to unleash

The dark masochist beneath

She was the beast of his burdens

For him, she committed crimes

Carefully curated crimson crimes

Spiked with a private poison

Once tasted, forever imprinted

In his erotic mind

Good Girls are cherished

His cigar / her honey

Even at his most casual

He dripped a certain elegance

She wanted to slip inside it…

To draw down all the blinds

And succumb to the decadence of him

And now, dressed in his best

She found it hard to breathe near him

But she held her composure

With a silent grace

The space between them humming…

He drew his cigar from his jacket

Clipped the tip and licked it…

She watched through eyes

Narrowed to sphinx-like slits

Legs crossed tightly

A pulse simmering low

Where her thighs met

May I? she posited

Voice thick and breathy

He obliged…

She held the cigar to her face a moment

Tasting it

Taking in the aromatics

Honey, cocoa, earth…

Holding him in her gaze

She opened her legs

The emerald silk of her dress

Spreading apart

Riding up her bare skin

She dragged the cigar slowly up

From her ankle

To her soft inner thigh

Noting the slight shift

He made in his chair

Before she proceeded…

Tracing the cigar

Over the thin black lace

Covering her sex

A sly smile crept

Into the corners of his mouth

Before he sucked his lower lip

In between his teeth

Slid one hand up his thigh

His chin resting in the other…

Encouraged, she slid the cigar

Beneath the lace

Her breath hitching in her throat

When it made contact

With her velvet lips

Warm honey slipping out between them

As she dipped the tip in

Coating the leaf wrapping just enough…

She handed it back to him

And leaned back in her chair

Folding her arms and recrossing her legs

She sighed as he took the cigar

To his nose and inhaled deeply

Licked it again, lit it

And began to smoke

- Viv

She is a complex and aching submissive

But she doesn't

Blindly follow Dominance

Like some love-sick sycophant

Believing he can do no wrong... no

She does not chase him

She does not beg for attention

She is wise

She is disciplined

She is strong and powerful

She holds her own sacred mysteries

She is the portal to the divine

She calls to him with her soul

She inspires him

To step into his true power

His highest potential and timeline

She does not leak her energy,

Her sexual potency, carelessly

She does not follow weakness

She stands in her truth

And she waits for a man

Who is capable

Of capturing her devotion

And leading her

All of them

Please

“ You are never the same after a Dominant man…they ruin the possibility of anyone else.

Ruin it in the most wonderful sense of course.” - beautflstranger

One of my early quotes from a few years ago.

Once you have had a relationship with a Dominant, you will never be able to be with anyone who isn’t.

It’s the way they walk and view the world.

There’s an assuredness and supreme control which they possess.

I recall a statement, made by a Dominant whom I was in a relationship with.

He had quite a bit of important things happening all at once in his life.

I made the observation that he indeed had quite a bit to deal with, more than humanly possible.

He very calmly said ’ I have broad shoulders’ and smiled.

I still smile when I think of that statement.

Because of the ease and absolute flat calm in his approach,

there was nothing he couldn’t solve nor accomplish.

I was not only awed by that, it was a massive turn on.

There was no question. He gracefully took charge of everything in his life.

So many times we hear and read about a Dominant earning a submissive’s trust.

When that really works both ways.

Once a submissive has earned a Dominant’s trust, respect and loyalty.

He will open the most tender place for you and you alone. 

His heart.

Be very gentle with it.