I, too, love when the sky darkens.
- Mar 7
- 1 min read
I, too, love when the sky darkens. My whole world feels different. I feel different. More relaxed. At peace. The quietness. Sometimes I wish it to be night forever. Candles lighting a cold room abandoned until the evening, a fire lit anew in the hearth, and the excitement of the evenings journey into the dark.
Your Master seems kind and patient. Perhaps the best qualities for his kind to have when holding you within his charge.
I have known the scent of such men, overpowering, hypnotizing, alluring. I've never been able to resist when paired with a deep warm command, ancient, yet fresher than the morning dew, and quite as beautiful.
Some kinds are meant to be bowed to, devoted to, and, loved in ways a person could never share with another living soul, lest their tears may never stop.
Your writing resonates. I too, have felt the warm intoxication of the barest breath on my skin lasting an eternity before the softest lips caressed my neck as I fell into almost slumber before realizing the scent of blood was my own. I didn't care. I could have died and not cared. There's no resistance to your Master's kind.
I, as you, remember the after. I felt like I'd never again know the absolute certainty of being protected, cared for, and loved at that moment for the rest of my life.
Your Master closed your wounds. I used to be left to bleed.
Nothing is as full as devotion:
I have enjoyed your writing. May you continue to write for eternity.