Daisies in the Dark
.Born in 1971, I am a married woman of faith with a submissive soul and a little girl’s hopeful heart. This blog is many things to me, but it is primarily a dichotomous fusion of darkness and light. My personal reconciliation of a lost, wounded little girl that yearns to dance free, be vulnerable, treasured, and delighted in, and a courageously strong, capable, brazen, lust-filled woman that craves primal passion and to be owned..Even I sometimes question the things that arouse me, but I think that’s one of the great things about dreams, they belong to you, and no one else gets to tell you they are right, wrong, or otherwise. I make no apology for my imagination, the blurred lines of reality and fiction, nor the things I fantasize about. They don’t define me, and neither do you..My original writing is tagged “words in the wind” as are the occasional picture or personal post. daisies-original-words, a work in progress of queued original content and captions from this blog and my former one, chrissymiller89. (Background photo - "Tweet" by Sara Riches)
Because I needed it. Needed to feel owned. To follow. To be pushed until my walls shattered and I was forced to let go. To cum so hard that tears streamed and coherent words fled. To gasp and mewl… beg. To be reminded who and what I am beneath that which life has required me to be. ~dd
