My Goddess: my Love... my Obsession (E)

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My tweeting over the course of the last month or so has turned out to be a rather satisfying experience. In a similar way that praying or meditating several times a day will do wonders to cleanse the soul, the heart, and the mind, and reinforce important principles, so I have found it to be with tweeting about our relationship, our activities, and our moods. Taking a minute or two to reflect, formulate my thoughts into words, and send the tweet has given me a chance to focus on the wonderful love and D/s relational dynamics we have. Often at least once a day, sometimes twice a day or more.

It has given me the chance to playfully express and share the obsession I have about my Goddess. An obsession that is not abating in the least as we are several years into our relationship. Never let anyone tell you that the magic of a relationship inevitably fades after the first 6-12 months. With the right chemistry, a little TLC, a little effort, good communications, a sense of exploration, and lots of kissing, the magic can keep growing far past expectations.

It is not as deep a meditation or contemplation as I go through when I sit down to write a post here in our blog. But the ease and speed of sharing on Twitter has been rather attractive, and I have found it a nice way to share and let my Goddess know what I'm feeling on a regular basis.

We have not really talked about our use of Twitter. My Goddess has not imposed a number of daily tweets on me (although that could be hot!). But she does seem to enjoy the tweets when they come through, or when she catches up to them. And I absolutely love reading her tweets.

For me, tweeting is a different and complementary form of tribute to my ever-growing love for my Goddess, to my evermore addictive obsession with her. Despite the incredible challenges we have faced together, despite the many challenges that we have faced in health, work, and more, I am hopelessly devoted to her. She is unconditionally loving, affectionate, and supportive of me. She is smart, witty, funny, and creative. And of course, there's that whole sexy, hot, and dominant thing going on. How can I not adore her?

I don't tell my Goddess often enough how much I love her. How much I'm infatuated with her. How much I think of her all the time. How much I adore. How every little thing she does is magic. Hopefully my service and obedience to her, along with my blogging and tweeting, and the times that I do tell her verbally and try to shower her with affection, all give her a good sense of how much I love her, and appreciate everything she is for me.

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An ever-growing infatuation (E)

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A stunning vision that just about made me drop to my knees every time I saw her...

From the fantastic long while shirt with sleeves that flared at the wrists to the black jacket that remained opened in front, and her shiny, not-quite-at the-knee shiny high-heeled boots, I just could not take my eyes off my Goddess today. For the occasion of our longest day in public together in several weeks. She looked radiant and irrestibly sexy.

As our relationship continues to grow, I was reminded that I find myself increasingly, uncontrollably, attracted to my Goddess. I so enjoy her company, her wit, her intelligence, her affection, her humor, her care, and everything else she does for me. Our D/s relationship is beyond anything I could have scripted in my wildest dreams before I met her. And I love her beyond words. I can't even imagine where this will take us in the next few years.

She turned many heads today. I couldn't repress a smile every time someone noticed her. And I couldn't help but to think "they couldn't possibly imagine..."

The Purple Room - A Love Story (S)

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I have been debating for a long time whether to share the story of the Purple Room. It is deeply personal to me and my dymion, but for some reason I feel I need to share.

dymion and I had our first sexual encounter and the first taste of our bdsm lifestyle together in my old bedroom. The walls were a very dark shade of purple. We spent an entire weekend lost in each other in that Purple Room. We rarely came up for air and only separated for necessary RL stuff.

Since that time, our activities have escalated...limits have been pushed, mind blowing orgasms and emotional subspaces have been achieved, but it all began in that Purple Room. Moments like these, frozen in time, help me through the rough times we all encounter through our daily lives.

The Purple Room - now a state of mind for me - is always in my heart. It is a place to escape. I have never told him, but anytime I get super stressed I take myself back to one specific moment I remember vivdly. I was laying on the bed and he was standing over me. We were completely free of the constraint of clothes and I thought he was the most awesome sight. I couldn't wait to touch him, feel him, and experience an intimacy I had been longing for in the many weeks before. That moment started my whole new life with my love, my sub, my prince, my pet...my dymion. I think I knew then I would never be without him again.

It is good to appreciate those moments as we all take this highly sensitive and often misunderstood path. Regardless of those things you must hide from the people around you and the judgements that might arise, special times remind you of the sensations, excitement, and significance of the things that are really important.

So, this may not be my hottest post...I could make it hotter if I gave you the details of that first night in the Purple Room, but that isn't the point I wish to make. I just know that The Purple Room is something I will reflect upon until I am old and gray and quite frankly at 90 years old, I know it will spark the same feelings, the same excitement, and the same appreciation of my love. All hail purple!

I can never get enough of... (E)

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In love with my Goddess (E)

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I am so in love with her.

I wake up next to her in the morning, and I am overjoyed to be given the gift of another day with her.

My first thought is to take care of her, to help her get the day started, to serve her with anything she needs and anything she wants.

I'm desperate for her smile, desperate for her voice, desperate for her touch, desperate to feel that she feels for me what I feel for her.

We get separated for our work day, and all I can think about is the next phone call, the next text, the next email, the next time I see her.

During work, every other thought is about her. She weaves in and out of my heart, of my mind, of my soul, no whatever what I do, what I think of, what I'm engaged in.

Throughout the entire day, I have but one desire, one objective, one want, one need... to be back with her.

Getting back together at the end of the day, once more, I'm desperate for her smile, desperate for her voice, desperate for her touch, desperate to feel that she feels for me what I feel for her.

Knowing that we are together for the rest of the evening, my only thought is to take care of her, to make our time together happy, sexy, bright, positive, enriching, fun, optimistic, enjoyable, to serve her with anything she wants and anything she needs.

We go to bed, holding each other closely and warmly (unless I'm in bondage...), and I am thankful for having received the gift of another day with her in my life.

I am deeply in love with her... obsessively in love with her... addictively in love with her... and I never, ever want it to end... never... ever...

Emotional support (E)

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Let's Talk About Sex (S)

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Faith (E)

Faith is a gift.

Faith allows you to believe.

To believe in sometime, somewhere, somehow, something, or someone.

Without faith, there can be no believing.

Once faith is loss, nothing can bring back the belief.

I have been blessed with the gift of faith.

Along with love, there is nothing more inspiring, more liberating, and more fulfilling.

I have been blessed with the gift of faith in the One, my One.

Faith in my friend, my love, my soulmate.

Faith in Selena, the goddess of my dreams, and the inspiration of my life.

I believe in her, in everything she does for me, and in everything I can do for her.

I have been blessed with the gift of faith in her, and her faith in me.

And never have I felt so much beauty inside than when she is alongside me.

Marks of love/submission (E)

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Have you thanked your sub today? (S)

My prince, dymion, and I just moved in together a few weeks ago. This is my first 24/7 BDSM relationship. I am so used to having limited time with him between work, real life, etc. Suddenly I feel like a kid in a candy store. Whatever shall I do with all this wonderful time?

Sometimes I watch him sleep. I truly stare in amazement. It is hard to believe I found this man. We once lived on almost opposite ends of the continent yet somehow we found each other. I finally have him in my bed, collared, committed, mine. It is really a dream come true for me. There is something really powerful and rewarding about taking care of someone who loves to serve. It makes other partners seem so one-dimensional. Suddenly my life is in 3D. Things make more sense. Though beyond cliché, I must say it seems I see more color in the landscape, softer edges to mountains, and brighter stars in the sky.

We are still creating his list of duties and rituals to follow. However, I have also assigned myself a task (I’m the Goddess…who else would do it?). I promise to regularly let him know I appreciate his actions and efforts. I appreciate the fact that he is there for me through thick and thin. I appreciate his service, his dedication, and his love. I want him to know that the warmth in my heart is because of him and what he does for me. Just like in any relationship, it is hard work and that should be recognized and celebrated.

So, the question is…have you thanked your sub today?