Sometimes a Woman might like to feel desired. By her beloved, by the one to whom she gifted her heart and her whole self. Not because she her love depends on gratification, not because all she does needs to be reciprocated. No, for none of those reasons. Yet, she might like it. She might end up wondering what is it to be desired the way she desire. She might wonder what does it feel to be desired so violently that her partner can’t hold saying it, screaming it. She might wonder what would it be to have her lover stare at her with devouring desire and hear that she would seriously wish to make wild love to her 7 ways through Sunday and then again, for another week, and another and another. Unafraid and savagely not resisting to say it over and over.
Sometimes a Woman might enjoy it, or wonder why not, why not her, why she’s simply calmly reassured it is all ok, whenever she tries to ignite passion.
Her need to give love won’t change, but she might wonder.
Because a writer understands
Because a soul writer understands, and if she is a woman even more so.
Because if she is a writer it is just plain clear when when something is said to someone but the scope is to have someone else listening. She knows the art of the unsaid-said. She understands the motions of the soul and the actions they trigger. She understands what is summoned by bliss, what by confusion, what by boredom, what by the restlessness of mind, and on and on.
She does understand that all and being a woman she understands the subtleties, is touched by kindness, or hurt by rudeness. She has her heart suffer more than others for cheap behaviours, or those aimed at cause emotional pain, and not just to her, but to anyone.
It is a superpower, and with it comes also the downsides.
Because when you have a sense that is so acutely developed, so sharp, so oversensitive, then you have to be careful, you know how you can be overwhelmed.
It is like seeing emotions multiplied, one, two, ten, one hundred times. Yes, you can see the little things, and you appreciate them as others can not. At the same time though, the bad, the dark, the evil done with the purpose of hurting, those to hurt one, two, ten, one hundred times more.
Things may be done for which you are told “oooh it was nothing. Oooh well, forget it, it was just a moment”. To you it is difficult though, and you know it is difficult for others to understand why it is something your litlte sensitive mind cant grasp.
Should we put a threshold to how much we feel then?
Should we see things through such “filters”?
But then where do you put it, and why? What will we be missing?
No, me is me.
Oversensitive, and i am fine with it
(most of the times).
B & K (2)
Once Dominea left she couldn’t help herself from walking as naked as she was to stare at the view from the huge windows overlooking the town. It was still early morning and the Sun was only now starting to break and cast its light over Lake Ontario to then paint in gold the skyline in front of her. The needle tower was still dimly illuminated, adding to the magic of the scene in front of her.
She then moved to the dormeuse where her clothes were placed. She never wore anything like that. Giving a look t the clock she realised she did not have all the time she would have wanted, in order to sip the pleasure, delightful confusion, and sensuality of the situation.
The white portfolio skirt seemed to have been realised around her waist. Sliding into it gave her a sensation of power and lust, embedded in that feeling of belonging and being captive that kept her continuously aroused and her nipples to be non-stop perky, under the silk of the straight cut skirt. The shoes were bright red, exactly the same color of both the very thick lipstick she found in the bathroom, and the ribbon belt and scarf. She probably never felt so sexy in her life.
Besides the clothes, on the side there was also a black box, with a calligraphed note telling her to take it without opening it. The earrings were simply a work of art. Pendant ones, made probably of rhodium, with small diamond light points and and a central pearl. She ended her preparation just in time. The door rang and she reached for the door in a state of trance.
Miss Kitty, this way
Said a beautiful man with a smile, as she opened the door. He helped with the door, hinted a bow and invited her by her wrist, ever so gently. Not a word was spoken as they crossed the corridor and then reached for the master elevator. Reaching for the lobby she felt like she was living the life of someone else, as unexpected as all this was. Accompanied outside by a butler and smiled by the whole crew of the Hotel she got invited to enter a SUV limo. Inside it, wearing a tuxedo Dominea took her hand, helping stepping in. There You are, my Kitty, Now sorry but I need to blindfold you. You know I don’t like blindfolds, but what has to be done has to be done.
I would have liked to have your hair done, I even thought about a very specific hairstyle for this appointment, but they said it would have not been practical. By the way, you are beautiful, as always, and I would fuck you in the car. I have become a good girl, with time, so, we stick to the plan.
The drive took no more than 10 minutes, at the end she got escorted inside a building, a long corridor, and another elevator. This time the elevator took quite a long time. As they reached for what seemed to be the destination, just before getting out, a man whose voice she recognised being the same of the one who took her from her room removed the blindfold, from behind.
Opening her eyes, she had a long corridor in front. Paintings on both sides of the walls and a red carpet on the floor.
Come.
They entered the door and she found herself in a huge office room. That was definitely not a Church. In front of her on the other side of a big ebony table stood a business man, and two secretaries, a man and a woman on his sides. He sat down after the greetings and invited Dominea to sit. Kitty was made to sit back, on a velvety rich Victorian chair that was positioned two meters behind and angled in such a way to be under clear view and able to view what was going to happen.
B & K
She woke up with a slow yawning purr, rolling herself a moment in the soft duvet covering her naked body. A wintery sun was filtering through the window. She opened her eyes and found Dominea sitting by a table in front of the window, sipping coffee, reading the news and now staring at Her.
Oh, I see my Princess woke up
She said teasing her girl with words that She knew would have made her heart jump, and triggering in her a moment of inadequacy that was a thrill of hotness. She pronounced those apparently whipping words wrapped in playful love though. She did that on purpose, knowing how spanking and cuddling could be delivered also with simple words like those.
To those words Kitty’s body responded becoming completely awake in no time. She could not make a sense of “anything”. Instinctively she grabbed the edge of the soft blanket and pulled it up to just below the line of her eyes, squeezing her head, and looking around. Where was she? It looked like an Hotel Suite, but why? Was that really the silhouette of her Beloved One, sitting by the big window, and amused while sipping coffee? Everything was telling her that it was indeed so.
Good .. Good Morning Dominea
She muttered, realising she was indeed completely NAKED under the sheets.
You might wonder, oh yes, you are wondering indeed and I am going to give you answers. Then continuing
You have been taken here. You can call that “kidnapping” if you wish. Oh well, if I were the poetic you I’d rather call that Kittynapping. Because, you see, I had the most trusted guys from my crew to come to your place and get your Kitty ass, and I had it happen while you were having your beauty sleep (nap) and there was no way you could wake up during the whole thing because, well, I had some “precautions” taken so that your sleep would not have been completely natural.
For the whole time during the short speech by Ms Bethany Ann Laurier, her little Michèle kept taking fast little panting breaths, staring at Her in disbelief. And as she got every so little accustomed to the reality she was living, the fear slowly faded, pushed away like fog by the breeze and leaving at the same time her body literally covered by droplets that could not exactly be described as “dew”. She ended up squeezing her thighs, having her green eyes glowing like green lanterns, and her lips more and more bitten and suckled.
Oh my, how adorable.
You should see yourself, continued Bethany, you are so cute, so MINE. I can’t tell you how mine I see You in this moment, and how this makes me want to pin you on that bed and have you breathless till you give me all the love you hold. And then some more, of course. Because once we would have had that, it would only make me want to have you some more.
Oh, Bethany, Bethany, be good, Dominea ...
She then continued, after a little smile, kicking away in a moment this little interlude of sexual teasing as if it was nothing, seemingly not caring about the state of craving in which it left her girl, now at the edge of an orgasm at the only hearing of Her words.
So, You could wonder why I did this, what is happening. Well, time will come. The fact is: I realised that time ago I was used to do such things to the One that was occupying the position you are occupying in my life right now. I was used to do plan such things and I liked it doing them. Now, you got this special place since enough time, and you have been patient enough to be blessed by such little, ehm, .. “treats” from me as someone sorta experimented.
Oh yes, you should see yourself right now, you truly are not disappointing my eyes, it’s going to be fun.
Now, drop down that blanket, turn those nice long legs you are hugging to the side and move on. As pretty as you are like that, I want to see you naked, parade in front of me, show me my property and then join me for the morning coffee.
Later You will find lingerie, clothes, shoes, and the jewelry I want You to wear. I choose them all, personally, one by one.
We have an appointment, a very important one: in two hours.
Come Kitty, come.
Thought
Give,
because you want to do it, and in the measure you want to do it. Do not allow yourself to think that because you felt like giving you are entitled to expect something in return, something more than the basic good manners. Make Your giving the source of joy for you and do not place it in what you might eventually daydream in return. Let those things stay in your head, enjoy them, maybe make them joy too, but do not transfer this responsibility on the one You gift with your giving.
Enjoy the path of giving, what led you to it, and the moments in which you do it.
If something ever comes let it be a surprise, a gift as well, a blessing, and peace will be in your heart all the time, and your emotions will always be the freshest rewards to all is gifted to you by world.
Night – December 26th
To Purr {and me}
Facts
- Not all cats purr
- Purring is a form of communication
- Purring is scientifically proven to be a self healing valid thing
- Purring is an activity connected to a well defined area of the brain.
- There is no global consensus whether purring can be initiated voluntarily.
- Purring takes place both during inhaling and exhaling and this is why it seems as if we can keep purring forever.
- A neuro-oscillatory stimuli can start the purring
- Purring can be initiated by the production of endorphines (pleasure) that causes us to not resist purring
- Pain can induce purring too {this is related to the necessity to heal ourselves}
- Purring is a way to establish, communicate, reinforce our bond with the one we refer to, and often comes out of need and spontaneously. Like saying {“hey, i am ok”, “hey, i am in pain”, “hey, i am here!”, etc}
- Purring also expresses us being upset, or injured, or sad.
- Purring can be used as a signal of peace in front of a danger, a signal we are not going to harm and we will surrender
- Purring is a sound between 50-150 Hz. It induces in he body a vibration and this is proved to link speeding up bone reconstruction or wound healing.
Big cats that do not purrs they do Rawr.
Those who do rawr in general are not able to purr and viceversa.
A purrer when in rage can produce something very close to a rawr.
Part about ME and how much i do feel this being ABSOLUTELY mine and how i do purr, and when etc, in my life and how i discovered in me this animalesque need will follow
YES. I DO PURR, and very often.
kittymichelle 2021
Gwendolyn & Una
Dusk was starting to cast its shadows over the plains when Gwendolyn left the cottage.
That was the moment of the day she had been waiting for since her waking hour.
The “important family matters” to which she had been forced to attend and torturing her to no end through the day were finally over. It was Gwen’s time now, the time when she could finally let her thoughts wander free. The way she was used to do before her family moved the current location: to the land or Ériu.
She left for her late afternoon walk with no goal, heading west. Her only and clear intent was to put some distance between her and the mansion where those little and meaningless family dramas were taking place. Before she could even realize it, however, she found herself spectator of the most amusing scene she could possibly see.
A girl her age apparently talking alone while feeding a pouting and skeptical bay. None of the two very young women knew what a life changer that moment was going to be. Not wanting to interrupt the interlude between the girl and the horse, devoured by a girlish curiosity that never existed within her, she hurried to find a spot offering her a better view, trying to hid herself at the same time, as the girl and the horse appeared in her field of view.
Her curious mind started working on her own right away, making her forget the whole day and the world, driving her to do whatever she could in order to be blessed with the view of that odd couple acting in what seemed to be much more interesting than the boring and baroque Victorian book she held in her hands and took with her for the walk, as a lifesaver from her utterly boring day.
Adventurous as she was, the thing became immediately the center of her universe.
“Oooh this must be the reward for the day of imprisonment!” she thought.
Spectator of that duet, her emerald lively green eyes contrasting with her red curly hair , she could not stop leaping from the girl to the horse, to then back on Una’s hands.
In those tiny hands she spotted a carrot. The whole thing made her live the same feelings she experienced the time when she was six years old and her mother took her to the market, that day her eyes stole the view of a magician offering tricks from his chariot. That pleasure lasted only few glances though before her little hand and her whole self got pulled away by her annoyed nanny reminding her that a young girl from a good family should not attend to such things. “Oh yes” she thought “this girl, this horse whisperer must be a magician” she thought.
In fact while all this was taking place in Gwen’s mind the girl was speaking to a nodding horse and was apparently magically capable of having carrots popping out from her little hand. She must have been, oy yes, indeed.
“Ooh good Lordie” skipped out of her lips
The carrot popping stopped but then something else happened. This time it was the turn of Mr Bucket!
“Oooh Lordie supreme!” She exclaimed this time, and in a much too loud fashion.
When she realized how loud she wast, her fair complexion turned the same color of the delightful freckles illuminating her young face.
It was at that point that it happened
.
“Come play with me, and Ferdaid. What are you waiting for?
Those were the words reaching her.
“W…. What?” In her try to recollect herself and pretend to look at the sky and around, the only result she got was to fall in a very clumsy way on the wild-grass. Turning her head up, she heard more of those words.
“Hey, You, Would you like to come play with my Ferfaid ?“
This time followed by a laugher as refreshing as the evening chilly breeze. Now, if there would have been a reward she could have chosen for a day of such an unbearable boredom, well, most certainly she would have opted for something the like.
Well, not that her brain would have ever travelled so far as to conceive ending up playing with a jolly damsel capable of chatting to horses and making tricks, but still.
“ Y…. Yes, ok, … yes”
“My, my name, my name is Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn MacFarland”
She started saying, straightening her long skirt while trying saying something courteous yet at the same time distracting enough from her miserable fall.
Una couldn’t care less, in fact to Gwens greatest surprise she stared at her with the most relaxed smile, as if falling was a normal thing for a girl, and the only concern was the time taken away from Ferdaid’s feeding.
Me.
She won’t stop loving.
She won’t stop needing it.
She won’t stop being proud of loving.
She won’t stop being a mess of dances when she’s in bliss.
She won’t stop saying what she needs saying.
She won’t stop speaking the things she believes in it.
She’ll always do that, because it is she.
She’ll always be open, her flaws on the table, totally herself.
She’ll eventually get better though, day by day.
She hopes so.
She’ll always have her own opinions, respecting the one of others.
She’ll always live believing in clarity as a lighthouse and guide.
Multiply this by thousands and stretch it to infinity,
Then you get how mercilessly naked She is
with the One holding the key of her heart
and how she thinks it has to be.
If life needs to lash her for that,
that’s a fine price for her to pay.
Life needs doing what life needs doing.
She’ll be doing what she was born to do,
She’ll be always how she is,
Being what she is, be it beauty or shame.
She can’t be any way else.
She is female energy and dragon spirit
She is submissive
She feels like a Queen gifting devotion her One
Her Love and time is a gift.
She is Her Kitty
She feels She does love like no other
because for good or for bad
She loves her way,
completely.
On Harming None
and me
Harming none: to me that is a guideline, something that grew in me with my education and something I do not have to think about, in general, when I act, at least not anymore, it is incorporated into how I am.
Hardly, if ever, I do have to think about it, since never comes to me the desire to harm anyone, be it for revenge, anger, self protection, etc.
I am lucky, I was raised in an environment where violence has never existed, although psychological/emotional pressure and control have been severely experimented in my life, and something I had to suffer a lot. Physical violence did not appeared to hit my life till my late years, when my character probably was already for the most part formed, when, to my luck, my approach to life had already found its way.
Harming none, if this is truly possible and reflecting about it comes to my mind though.
Harming none does not necessarily come to my mind when something hurt me, as I said revenge is not really something belonging to me. It rather comes as a reminder when choices have to be taken.
There are situations when the absolute “harming none” just cannot exist and whatever decision we take will probably end up “harming”, to some extent, whatever it means. There are tons of such situations in life. There are little things we have to do that will indeed hurt someone, there are times when telling a simple truth is going to be a slap to someone. There are times when we have to take decisions to protect ourselves, what we are, what we believe into, or our promises. There are times when to protect ourselves we might hurt the feelings of someone else, for example.
There are other times when we have to decide if we want to do something that will make the ones we care for happier, or rather we have to hold ourselves, because it may be “inappropriate”, or could displease someone else.
Just to mention something plain and not involving “physical pain”, for example, there can be situations when even saying openly “I love you” to the loved one, may leave someone else disoriented, maybe a friend who feels loved but in a different way.
What to do then ?
Should we not express what is true for the fear or hurting whoever around us?
Should we shut up and digest within ourselves our pains, our joys, etc ?
Should we rather always and brutally express them ?
In the knowing that the world has to accept it ?
In the knowing that a true friend will always be such and accept our feelings even when they expect something different from us ?
When there is a decision to take that will involve a grade of pain for someone, what should we do ?
Is this the same for physical and emotional pain ?
Should we rather “share the pain” in “equal parts” to the people around, so to minimise it ?
Should we save the ones we said we love, the ones that expect us to be there for them ?
Should we rather expect them to accept that we share pain around, including them, because they must be aware that they are in our heart no matter of our decisions ?
Should we go the other way, absorb ourselves the pain, because that is the “no harm way” (even though this is only a trick of the tail, because we are harming ourselves in doing that) ?
Would we actually harm someone if we do that ?
So in the end, if I try to be rational, to me it seem the “absolute” harm none is impossible. This is how i see it.
What I see possible is rather: harm the minimum possible, act responsively, be true to yourself, and do Your best.
To maintain ourselves faithful to our values, to respect anyone, to explain our choices, to keep faith to our priorities, doing it as openly as possible, not to harm, having faith in the fact that actions will be understood, if done with honour and open heart.
That will always be my choice.
I live by no harm, still when I do have to make choices they go to first in the direction of not harming the ones i care for, that is me and I admit it.
My choices are made so, and they are openly made so and explained, even to the closest persons who might feel I could do more, and I hope I will be spoken back and helped when I do mistakes. I feel that they will love me more they will respect me more, they will appreciate me more, when i do that. I feel i love them MORE in doing that, in always explaining my choices and taking my responsibilities for them.
My Creator Once told me:
“If You wrap what you do with all the Love You are capable of,
and Truth,
then, it will come back to You”
Kitty
Simply
Simplistically simply
I am for simplicity.
simplistic I am
Simplicity is my name.
Simply I love
Simply I trust
nothing more powerful
nothing is sexier
nothing more extreme.
Simplicity is nakedness
kinky fragile extreme and strong
shiny.
Simply
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