What Pride and Being Proud Of Myself Means To Me
The first time I heard someone say “I am proud of you” was when I was 25 years old. A bit old for that, don’t you think? It was when I had been accepted...
Author: DeviantSuccubus
Self-Control Needs to Be My Survival Strategy
Trigger Warning/Content Warning: Mention of self-harm, suicidal behaviour and sexual assault I often feel out of control, which is a very frustrating thing to experience if all you want is to be more in...
Snowy Forest
I hear her voice Calling my name The sound is deep In the dark I hear her voice And start to run Into the trees Into the trees “A Forest” – The Cure
Romance in D/s Relationships
I’m not a very romantic person. At least not in the sort of way that today’s society makes you think that romance should look like. I quite abhor grand gestures, romantic dinners in expensive...
A Gem – February Photofest Day 6
When preparing for February Photofest, I was unsure if I would find 29 pictures I like enough to publish them for everyone to see. I am quite particular with picking the best pictures from...
Drusilla – Queen of Vampires: Chapter 9 – Changes
This is the ninth chapter of my Drusilla – Queen of Vampires series, a series of vampire erotic fiction. You can read the first chapter here, the second chapter here, the third chapter here, the fourth chapter here,...
Dance the Ghost With Me
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed Get down, get undressed Get pretty but you and me We got the kingdom, we got the key We got the empire, now as then...
Badass – February Photofest Day 4
It doesn’t show on all of my pictures, hut I have the sides of my head either shaven or very short. It is not a mohawk, but a gothhawk, as they call it. As...
Post Masturbation Glow – February Photofest Day 3
I don’t masturbate as much as I used to. It has nothing to do with that my libido is weaker now. I’m just lucky enough that I’m in a long term relationship with someone...
Flowered – February Photofest Day 2
I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone,And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himselfIs made to inspire in the poet a loveAs eternal and silent as matter....
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