FA**** Posted Monday at 01:30 PM Survival of the fittest Worth wide and exploring eyes, Neither know what to expect, Neither real prepared, Deep breaths, Shallow breathing, Excitement grips them with vicious embrace, You think this getting crazy, Hell no it ain't, This is survivor of the few, The strength of the many, That burned away my flesh, The new skin aches, Burns and itches, Irritated and unable to scratch, So you both reach out, Like blind beggers that silence has taken, The hearing and sight, Touch will be defined with gentle embrace, One hears chaos why one hears silence, Peace in silence, Silence is am enemy that cuts deeper than a knife, Chaos is his silence, She knows how to reach out, Reach for the flames, The inferno inside him, The heat wraps her with it's embrace, She is not burnt or injuried, Safe and sound now, With the ***istic man, That feral beast that is violent to many, He is hers though, She is the delicate flower, A beautiful spring flower that falls apart in the wind, When she feels like flying away, He just let's her fly, She never leaves good meadow, Now you will ask why "Survival of the Fittest", As the surviving matters, And survival most see as taking much strength, Takes nothing, zero, zilch, When you look at someone, Really that look, Destruction and mayhem are racing, With a simple word and gesture his eyes go cold, Now you understand what strength really is, Reaching out with no eyes or vision, Grasping for the silence to ene, She whispers, "You were never alone", For the moment he softens with a giggle, You're whispers and silence, Stir the echoes within him, The echoes that scream so, So so loudly until it drowns out the whispers, No one hears this, Just themselves but never realizing, This was their hearts, Souls and minds fitting for dominance, The submissive, Beautiful and deadly, Once they learned that dominance must be given, You can try to take it, CNC is one of my favorite and best ways to play, It's never been about dominance, It's the feeling when she........... LET'S GO AT ONCE, Knowing if you don't grab her, The fall will not hurt yet it will be liking breaking glass, This is how I have seen things before, Smiles and locked eyes, Grins and grabbing, Now as you fall........... You're head snaps back with violent glee, He is home, He is ready, Yup *** me into"Survival of the Fittest", Nails come out as I scratch deep within, This is flesh now not words or less, They know what they want, He is going to get it, Take her his way, Her body moaning and groaning, As this time she really tries to speak, With no words, Just a gesture with a claw like grab, Her neck pulls tight as her eyes roll back, The hands tell her all she needs, Squeezing tightly, As the eyes roll and spring back forward, Screaming she wants more, Now good chaos is Peace, Her peace is chaos, Though gently pulling her in, This is how the"Survival of the Fittest" begins, The struggle of peaceful love and connection, With wild chaos like uncontrollable waves, Her hands reach in as it feels safe, So he can be wild, crazy and fun, As her inner peace pulls the wave off their face, Two damaged souls are chaos, That's perfect at finding the peace, Of a brute or menace, As she had needs, Those needs were found wanting, With the fire inside that man, He lite the cauldrons that must be controlled, Managed and maintained, Or they burn down, What should I say, The price to play, Sometimes it is an eye, That's what you wish for, As the price in the heart, Will certainly kill, Prepare and watch for what starts off as devotion, The obsession can look like devotion, Though the devotion is always admiration, That easily becomes the thing worth obsessing over, So she may not look like she's just surviving, You don't see the creature, The feral, The ***istic women that is no longer surviving, The feral is my peace, The body and mind, Become dangerous and so does all parties, So if she comes home every night, Things are minimalist issues, Then make your partner free, Freedom comes different for everyone, Find your person that makes freedom, Sounds like the only option, I give this one warning, The peace and chaos become hell, A hell that kills those to weak, So this is what almost destroyed me, The biggest fires burn out fast, Manage your flame, It may disappear one day, If you have that women or man That you both know what the instinct is, Then reach out, Reach in, Ensuring your mates fire never dies, This is the end of how things end, Now CNC isn't for everyone, Sometimes it's truly"Survival of the Fittest", With a brats that push to see, Can you really tame her?, With gas and clouds in the mind, So cherish her with attention, Show her why her submission is yours, As she makes you earn it. By: JCFAFO Being with brats and a brat tamer for many many years, taming a brat for the first time can be like taming an individual that is deaf, blind but hears everything. Your intentions must match the energy you're putting down.
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