I found myself literally grasping the desk to stop from knocking the keyboard down when my hips spasmed in response to the fisting bit after everything that came before. ~blush~

I find myself oddly grateful for your writing. You seem so willing to be open about what *you* are getting out of lovemaking. As someone who primarily receives what my lovers give me, I often think of myself as the “passive” one, and I can never figure out why they enjoy what we do so much when it seems as if they are doing all the work. This perspective you offer shows me the other side of the coin, the pleasure and reward available for the “active” half of the pair, and I appreciate very much being gifted the opportunity to see so clearly what I offer when I surrender.

Thank you very much for sharing this.

–haiku_slut

I know it takes a lot to be good “Dreamwalker” and even more to be better writer. You do both extremely well;)

Since you mentioned your blog, I took the liberty to track it down and link your name to it.

But I add I struggle with putting my more personal stories only few times have done so on fetlife since I got published first time years ago.

It’s very hard sometimes as writer to expose parts of yourself to other world and feel all those feelings in crafting a story then release it for others to see who could tear it apart, criticize or judge it harshly.

It’s great act of courage to be writer and tell a story, any story and to do it well as you do takes a real Craftsman.

Thank you for posting it. You could if you’re worried like put a Adult disclaimer or something like I have at my blog but I have written much in it recently.

Take care, I look forward to reading more in future when you have time to write.

Dagon Xanith

Committing it to words perhaps gave you chance to whisper to your desires that you see them, hear them, feel them. I once heard that human bodies don’t suffer from lack, they suffer from lack of attention. That caught me. But it didn’t catch me as hard as you did, here.

It is more explicit and raw than I am used to seeing come out from my fingertips. I keep feeling it is ill-considered, but at the same time it is honest and I meant every word. I mean every word. It leaves me feeling dirty and sinful, like committing it to words stains my soul.

And, God help me, I kinda like that feeling.