This whore can’t get enough
Okay, so it has been for.fucking.ever since my last post. I have been working on a written project which will further my career and Master had forbidden me from blogging until it was complete. It still isn’t complete, but I have until the end of February to finish it. This post is an exception to the no-posting-until-said-project-is-complete rule.
A week or so ago I wrote (and sent) a poem to Master. I like to write poetry when I am feeling pensive, or when the mood strikes me and the words flow out of me with little prompting. Although I do not consider myself “a writer”, I would like to write children’s stories one day. W/we’ll see about that.
While W/we were on the phone the other day He had me read it aloud to Him – twice. This made me feel very shy and vulnerable. I don’t know why, seeing as He was the one it was intended for and I knew He had already read it, but still, it made me feel very shy and little-girl like.
In the past He has made me sing to Him. I was so fucking mortified. That was actually much worse than reading this poem aloud to Him as I absolutely cannot sing. Sometimes I blush when I am singing alone in the car, I am that bad. Bless His heart though, He didn’t laugh at my “singing”.
I expressed my tremendous joy at His praise over said poem. It thrills me to my core to know He enjoyed it so thoroughly. In fact, He said He doesn’t like it, He loves it 
. Then He went a step further and said He wanted me to post it here. The only opinion that matters is His, but I still feel super shy about posting it!
Without further ado (I’m cringing here):
This whore can’t get enough
Glowing from His words
Aching for His touch
Dripping from His voice
This whore can’t get enough
Thighs pressed together
Squirming, writhing, creaming
my hard little button
So fucking slippery
Rubbing circles with my thumb
Side to side then back again
Fingers slick and deep within
This whore can’t get enough
His voice is husky
Calm and firm
Dominate, yet sexy-sweet
All the while commanding me
Please, oh please, i beg of Him
my head is hot and
my need is great
This whore can’t get enough
Radiating heat surrounding me
Sticky sweat runs down my back
my blood is boiling rapidly
i’m begging for release
Crying out for Him
my One, my Master
He’s all i need
This whore can’t get enough
Quiet whimpers turn into
Loud moans and
Lewd words of my
Total submission
This whore can’t get enough
Now smiling contentedly
Floating back to earth
Warmth is overflowing
and i can’t get enough
For my Master
by His loving bad girl
January 28, 2008
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In other news, Master has “re-christened” me. He has always called me “bad girl” (among other things, hehe), which i adore. Recently He gave me a new name. It is grace pearl. I love this new name. I think it is beautiful *sighs contentedly* He chose grace not because I am graceful, but because I would like to be, and somehow, I am graceful in His eyes. He chose pearl for two reasons; 1) I am as precious to Him as a gemstone, and 2) I am being cultivated and remade by Him just as an oyster cultivates and remakes a piece of sand into something beautiful and new. Those are His words, paraphrased. How sweet is that?
I am one happy whore. The only thing that will make me happier is being able to spend each and every day with Him; serving His needs, loving Him, and being loved by Him as W/we travel this road that will take U/us to the bottomless pit of perversion. This whore truly cannot get enough of her Master
