My Truth
I've bottomed to Tops, but no one has ever truly seen me surrender or submit. Whatever glimpse they may have seen of something...it was/is nothing compared to how I instinctively respond to THAT beautiful, sexy Man. With Him...I surrender and submit with everything I am and everything I wish I could be. Under, guiding, grounding all of my practical personalities and acts of service, the Truth is... The very sight of Him can bring me to tears. The smell of Him grounds and eases my spirit. His voice, my compass to bring me Home. His touch effortlessly reaches in and can either settle or shakes the depths of my soul. The taste of Him is my Redemption. To have Him fill me, take me, claim me is my Ascension to Divine transformation. My Truth is... I fuckin Worship That Man. The ground He walks on. The very air He breathes. My surrender to Him, His will, His needs, His comfort, His well-being are my True North. I am simply His Lioness, Alf...