I am safe

In his arms, I know I am safe.
Under his watchful gaze, I am safe.
Those hands, which guide me, keep me safe.
His words, tell me I am safe.
With him, I am safe.
- A xx

In his arms, I know I am safe.
Under his watchful gaze, I am safe.
Those hands, which guide me, keep me safe.
His words, tell me I am safe.
With him, I am safe.
- A xx
warlock-vision asked:
I had so much fun. His cock hit me in places I’ve never felt before. I’m so sore. I bled a bit. It feels like he literally rearranged my insides. He brutally pounded against my cervix balls deep barely pulling out slamming against me and making me whimper and cry out in pain and pleasure as he used my cunt until he came right against the entrance to my womb. He let me face fuck myself and said I give the best head and I should give how to lessons on how to do it. He came down my throat holding my head down on his cock making it slam against my throat until he came down it. And I had the best orgasm on his cock as he slowly rammed inch by inch into me making me literally shake in pleasure. I rode his cock and grinded my hips while he was balls deep inside me almost to the point of cumming. He would grab me by my hair and hold me down and push me onto the bed to be used. He’d slap my face while his cock was in my mouth and make me worship his cock and earn it. He made me grind on top of him until I was wet and begging him to let me suck it. It was humiliating and amazing. I can’t wait for more.
This is a question I have been asking myself a lot recently. Who, exactly, am I?
I know I’m someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s wife, someone’s friend. I know that I am a counsellor, and that I do whatever I can to help people. But who am I?
I used to dye my hair red, because I wanted to be like Ariel. I used to like the colour green because my sister-in-law loves the colour green. I used to be a poser, because my best friend was a poser. I used to be quite emo, because my friends were emo. I used to listen to Fallout Boy, Panic At The Disco, My Chemical Romance, and more, because my friends listened to this music. A couple years ago I dyed my hair blonde, to be like my best friend because she was blonde, confident and sassy, I wanted to be that too. I use different words and phrases, that my friends use, because they all seem confident and clever. I behave in a certain way, because I see others behaving that way and think I should do the same…..
Who am I, in all of this, who am I? Do I even have an identity? Would anyone ever say, oh that is so Amore!! I’m not so sure.
I know I like 80s music and films. I know like helping people. I know I like skirts. Does this tell me much about myself, as a person? Does it provide me with an identity? I am me, but who on earth is me?
I have tried to be everyone else, and I have tried to please everyone else, and by doing this I have lost me. Even now, I still find myself being like other people. Hubby has a massive crush on Dianne, a dancer on Strictly, who has really bright red hair. So I’ve said I’d dye my hair red, I’m not going to.
Where does one even begin, when they’re on a journey of self-discovery?
Add on:
After having my session tonight I have learnt that I am natural, physically. Meaning I don’t wear makeup and I don’t dye my hair, because who I am is natural and I’m comfortable being natural. I feel more me, natural. I’ve also learnt that I try to be like others, I try to behave differently, because I was rejected as a child. I adapted to try and receive more love, something I recognise I do even as an adult. I’m going to work to break this habit though, to break myself…..free.
- A xx
sadlittlekittkat asked:
You’re not wrong! I’m the type of girl who will stare you in the eyes and whisper ‘make me’ just to see if you will 🤷♀️ I’m not the type of brat who expects to get her own way it’s more a please, I want to be reminded of my place beneath you & im more of a button pusher to just see what you’ll do. I boop your nose, you tell me not to…I’m gonna boop dat nose again & fully expect a sharp slap to the face to summarise!
Send me your assumption about me and I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong