"Her kisses were soft, noiseless and yet with each whisper of her lips against His, she gave to Him, her everything."

Shyness is a trait deeply embodied within my soul. The soft crimson hue that blankets my cheeks so quickly when an unexpected comment is directed my way transforms my sexually confident exterior to that of a naive uncertain girl child. Still, with that said, as introverted as I may become, a raw sensuality consumes my being and my incessant need to express my desires never dissipates.

I have come to realise after reading numerous journals that passion is expressed in a multitude of manners. Most often though, I come across entries which entail intense fits of anger, followed by long sessions of physical punishments only to be concluded with mind blowing, earth shattering, screeching and groaning sexual climaxes. When I first stumbled upon such entries I could not help but compare myself and my relationship with those that I read about. Slowly I began to ponder, even question whether there was enough passion between Master and I.

In the three years that Master and I have been together we have only experienced one fight. To most people, what transpired between us would not even be considered a fight but rather a disagreement with slightly elevated tones. To me though, this irrational fit of aggravated passion tore through me like a tornado and brought forth a feeling of deep discontent and unsettled emotion. Later, once the "fight" had passed, Master and I did not embark on a loud combustion of bodily contact but rather I quietly crawled towards the man I love, entwined my fingers with His, resting my cheek against his knee.

This connection between Master and I, the delicate impact of my tear stained cheek against his bare flesh is my way of displaying the passion that consumes me, fuels me, pushes me to open myself to Master and surrender all of me to his very will.

There was a time not so long ago that I had wished for one of those loud palpitating explosive style fits of passion, but as time has passed I see now that my silence speaks volumes and Master witnesses my voracious appetite of lust in all the quiet gestures and awkward physical stutters I offer him.

~His grace

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