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Surrendered Desire
Date: 6/21/2024, Categories: Love Stories, Author: DDFrida
... heavy-lidded with introspection, "I crave something more." Visions of complete surrender to another’s will dance in my mind. But who could command such dominance over me? The very thought ignited a smouldering conflagration within. "Kindness is Roderick's virtue but, challenge stirs me," I confessed, voice barely above a hushed murmur. A newfound resolve washed over me. “It’s time to find that person,” A travel away from Roderick signals beginning of my own personal odyssey – A journey for the fulfilment of covetous cravings within. "Love intertwined with loss and sensuality," I sighed pensively, fingertips teasing the inner curve of my thigh. "That's my quest." These words brought forth waves of both anticipation and melancholy. This fresh endeavour would mean embracing uncertainty and diving headfirst into the cavernous abyss of unknown pleasures. In a room filled with darkness and silence, I lay on my worn-out bed, eyes fixated on the fractured ceiling as if it held answers to my restlessness. Roderick’s shadow of persistent affection wrapped around me tighter each day, but its comforting warmth felt lacking. Despite his attempts, I yearned - yearned for an intensity he could not provide. "Is this all there is?" I asked myself, feeling a twinge of dissatisfaction settling in. "Julie," Roderick's voice echoed from my imagination, "you alright?" "Fine," I replied, masking my discontent with practised ease. "Just... thinking." "Okay, let me ...
... know if you need anything." His imaginary footsteps faded away, and I found myself alone again with my thoughts. "More," I whispered, craving something raw and untamed. "I need someone who can take me every now and then." "Someone to challenge me..." The words hung heavy in the air, a promise yet unfulfilled. "Roderick tries," I conceded, rubbing my thumb over the worn edge of the sheet. "But he's too gentle, too eager to please." "Maybe it's time to look elsewhere," I mused, letting my imagination run wild. Images of strong hands and commanding voices danced through my mind, igniting a spark deep within. "Someone who can make me feel alive again, truly alive." My heart raced as the possibilities swirled around me, dizzying, and intoxicating. "Can I do it? Can I find that person?" Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, but I pushed it aside. This was my journey, my quest for something greater. "Love, loss, and eroticism," I murmured, feeling both exhilarated and afraid. "That's what I seek." And with that, I vowed to explore the unknown and face whatever might come my way, driven by an insatiable hunger for passion and connection. As I considered the plunge, it was apparent that the hour had arrived. Arthur A seemingly typical sunlit afternoon found me rendezvousing with my common companion. Arthur - an unapologetically brazen libertine with a roster of feminine companions that would rival Casanova himself. "Arthur, we're in for a change ...