Soliloquy

Chronicles of a Switch
2017-07-27 03:10:16 (UTC)

when the Hunger abates

Where has our Hunger gone? Where once it used to be a fiery, all-consuming flame, now I can barely catch the tail end, holding my breath lest it slip ever-quicker through my fingers. By day I dream of pinning my girl to the bed, ravishing her senseless, leaving us both shaking and exhausted by the time I finally rise. I dream of that passion, that violent dance of dominance and submission that guided my hands, my lips, my toys. I long for it, crave it in my soul, wonder when we got so old and complacent.

And then it’s gone, as if stolen. All of my dominant fantasies, all of my toy-centric intentions, all of that driving need just… gone. Gone as if it had never existed. Are my meds to blame, as they have been for so many other sexual frustrations? Am I simply shutting off because I can no longer sense those same desires in Kit? Is it just a result of getting older? All, none, I don’t know, but the loss brings tears to my eyes.




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