Between the Rock and the Sadist Place

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Two oceans, a continent apart. One calm,

gently lapping. The dependable Dom, the

solid Dom. Strong, reliable. Honest. The kind

who lets you know exactly where you stand.

The safe Dom. He promises harbor, will stripe

you ass and then stroke your hair during after-

care. These are the seas you should swim in.

These are the warm waters, the gently sloping

sandy beaches to guide you in. Help you paddle

until you realize you can survive the deep.

You’ll never drown here, never have to *** the

sharks or the sharp edges of cliffs. But you’ll never

feel the turgid power of the storms. You’ll never

feel the whip of icy spray on your face, see orcas

arcing above the waves. Feel the darkness of ***,

the piercing arrow that sees to the center of you

and pulls out the deepest, most depraved secrets

that you hold. Chaotic, unpredictable. The flame

you closed your eyes against, the bad boy you

were always afraid to touch. The whisperer,

who calls to the black hole inside you. Stand.

Look. Left, and then right. You hover in the abyss

between the rock and the sadist place. You want

both, you need both, but they stand apart. The

Pacific and the Atlantic, each of them caressing

you, but refusing to become one and surround you.

Drown you.

[ho****]

Pick the Gulf of Mexico. Clear water with a lot of hurricanes. 😁