• dance of the damned • Video Tw: rope, wax play My whole ..

• dance of the damned • Video Tw: rope, wax play My whole life I grew up being taught that loving a woman the way that I do is a sin. That I’d forever be separated from the love of god and spend my eternity in Torment. However, the only torment I knew what This lie that kept me from exploring the side of myself that knew I was attracted to women. It took years of therapy to break this trauma and for me to finally find myself. Now that I live my life authentically as a lesbian in this world, it seems so crystal clear to me now. How could a love like this be sinful when I’ve never felt closer to heaven than when I touch her. Her body is a temple to me, one I worship in religiously. Her moans as I drink her is a song more beautiful and, to me, more sacred than any holy hymn on a Sunday morning. The marks we carve on each others bodies are scriptures we will take to our graves, whether that be kisses, bite marks, scratches or the tattooed devotions to each other. It was intentional, while still being ironic, to be dressed as devils while seeing her as my god. I can’t describe the flood of emotions I felt to have my god tied in front of me, trusting and willing to be had by their devoted servant. It’s something I love about our dynamic, we both give up our power to each other. Balancing between wanting to take what’s ours or worship something we only have the privilege to touch. I am fully aware of my place as her Sub and as her Dom. The power, the reverence. The rushing desire to take her, yet taking my time and slowly working them up to their climax, indulging in the sight I had before me. Dripping the hot wax into the shape of my own rune, claiming her as mine, before licking her wounds and cooling her skin with my breath. Tasting and teasing her, until her body finally releases to my touch. It’s is a beautiful and intricate art, the dance of the damned, that leaves us breathless and shaking, with nothing to hold onto but each other.