The Blood & The Bones

There is a game I play with the men I want. And when I set my eyes on them, when they become my target, the game begins.

And they know when they meet me I will not be an easy conquest and in this, they are drawn in knowing the prize will be that much sweeter. 

The men I desire, the men that make me ache for my place on my knees, they’ve chased before but the prey always gives up too easily.  Eating their fill moving on to the next eventually.  And they have chased the girls who wanted to have control too even those these are few and far between. Control is such a powerful thing. One I carry close to me. And when I chose them, control is my gift to give only to those who have earned it. 

And when I decide that they are capable. .that they are worthy. That they can drink from the ambrosia of me, that I refuse to water down and give to too many, then I push them to the edge over and over again until finally they take exactly what they want, how they want it and as often as they need. 

I am the hunter who turns into prey, the alpha that begs to be dominated. To be brought, firmly, to my knees. Conquered and fucked into submission. Begging to be full of him and at his mercy. His toy, his comfort, his missing piece and in this and only this lies a fulfillment that is complete.

It is the only game I don’t ever mind losing.

the blood

& the bones