Ds Love Quotes

Love is a necessity, just as lust is. Two instincts we modern humans have turned into our strongest emotions. Love gives us the desire to bond with a partner long enough to care for our children to an age when they can fend for themselves. Lust gives us the will to want to reproduce in the first place. These instincts are so deeply ingrained in our psyche that even with our advanced brains, they still govern us. We are now, for the most part, intelligent enough to decide who we want to love or have sex with. We can even control whether or not that sex results in offspring, but we can’t just ignore those instincts. From the simplest person to the most powerful kings, queens and presidents, our our lives are still governed by those two emotions.

Something strange started to rage inside me, hearing you inhale sharply as I tried to kiss those scars away or etch them deeper into your skin, wanting to mark you in an entirely different way.

How can the most cruel and despicable create something as breathtaking beautiful as this?

It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.

Speak pussycat; tell your Master you love him.” Dylan

She breathes in as I breathe out and her lungs fill with the air that was inside of me. I love her completely and I love giving her life as she gives me life. I breathe in her quintessence and it’s cathartic.

One minute you are loved, and then you are not.

I guess she truly is a switch. Shy on the outside and submissive most of the time but with a feisty controlling side to her. I love that she’s unpredictable like that. It makes life interesting.

I love him entirely, completely, eternally and infinitely, and beyond the stars and universe

We have a lifetime ahead of us to decide what we're going to do. I love you; heart and soul, and we're going to grow old together. We'll make things right and find our way, no matter how long it takes or where life takes us.

You are a sadist,” she pouts at me. I laugh at her. “Yes, I am. In more ways than you can imagine, my love.

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

Dom is generous, loving and respectful to not only his submissive, but all women. He is gentlemanly in public, but playful in private and a savage in the bedroom.

Mistress Isabel ties me down and pushes my limits of pain and pleasure, and I’m the one screaming out her name. True love, power exchange, contentment and most importantly, trust – have finally graced me with their presence and my life with Isa is complete.

Can you paint this for me, love? Can you put this on canvas? Your stunning cunt being fucked by me? Can you capture all of the detail? The shimmering wetness? I want you to paint this for me, Isa. Tell me you can.” Yes, Sir, I can paint this for you,” she breathes out with a sigh and a moan…

All I think about is you.” He moves my hand to his chest and I feel his heart beating rapidly against my palm and his eyes gloss over. “I love and live for only you.” Then he guides my hand down to his crotch. He’s completely erect and his dick is pressing firmly inside his slacks. “I want only you,” he says as he presses his forehead against mine. God I love this man.

Since I’m not sure what you’ve read or been told, I’ll tell you what submission is to me and probably most, if not all submissives. It’s more than a sexual experience, Mr. Morrison. It’s a bond so powerful that it contains the very soul of the submissive. A man’s domination and acceptance of the gift of submission is the greatest expression of love I believe there to be.

Your laughter is louder than my personal demons' whispers.

You already made your point,” I say with a mouthful of fruit. “Did I?” “Oh, for the love of dick, yes. Now leave me alone.” “Never. If you want, I’ll fuck you now.” The gall. I wouldn’t fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving cum. I roll my eyes at him. “No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us,” I say mockingly. He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other. He’s such a jackass sometimes. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck. He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor. “Did you really just fruitally assault me?” He thinks he’s so damned funny with his wordplay.

When the mere act of being in a D/s relationship or engaging in BDSM activities reaches a societal tipping point where it is no longer simply socially unacceptable, it becomes borderline criminal, an amazing thing will begin to happen. Some Warrior Princess Submissives will drop their stealth cloaks and step out of the shadows to defend the lifestyle and the Dominants that they love. They will do this, despite their intense fears and despite a whole host of other very real hardships that will ensue because they are, above all else, loyal to their Dominants. They will do it because they are righteous crusaders who aren't afraid to fight the good fight, no matter how unpopular or untenable their positions might seem. They will do it because they are the only ones who can.

There was a snort, and then his brother’s sarcasm came spilling out. “It can be your eHarmony ad, bro. Wanted: smart, independent woman to play at D/s. Must like handcuffs, spankings, and anal sex.

So do we get our happily ever after now?” I ask. He kneels down in front of me and grabs my hands and kisses the tops of them. “Yes, our version of happily ever after,” he answers with sparkling blue eyes. “The version with whips and cuffs, right?” I ask. “That’s the only kind of happily ever after I want, love.

In my personal opinion, it’s those people who deny their sexuality that need the help, not people like me and Isa. We’re living out our fantasies with each other, we’re not hurting anyone and it’s completely consensual. Why can’t the world understand that? Fuck anyone who has the nerve to judge the way we decide to love each other.

In the eyes of God, we're all perfect and we all have unlimited capacity to express brilliantly. I say unlimited capacity rather than unlimited potential because potential can be a dangerous concept. We can use it to tyrannize ourselves, to live in the future instead of the present, to set ourselves up for despair. We're constantly measuring ourselves against what we think we could be, rather than what we are. Potential is a concept which can bind us to personal powerlessness Focus on human potential becomes impotent without a focus on human capacity. Capacity is expressed in the present, it is immediate, the key to it lies not in what we have inside of us, but rather in what we are willing to own that we have inside of us. There's no point in waiting until we're perfect at what we do, or enlightened masters, or PhDs in life, before opening ourselves to what we're capable of doing now. Of course we're not as good today as we'll be tomorrow, but how will we ever get tomorrow's promise without making some sort of move today?

Protect that girl, Balthazar. She is an innocent in all of this.” “Why does she want Nikolas to gain his humanity?” “She believes they are in love.” The absurdity of D’s words hit Balthazar square in the gut. He would have doubled over if he didn’t find the reason pathetic. Thankfully, he managed to keep the laughter in his head. “Love? Nikolas?

Take them off," I order and without hesitation she removes them and drops them on the floor. She lifts her cami so I can see her, then rubs her hand over her tummy and over the top of her mound while she watches me. When I look into her eyes she's licking her lips. "Do you like what you see?" she asks playfully. "You know I do." "Good. When you apologize, you can have some." Oh, hell no. "Let me remind you, as your husband and your Master, I don't need your permission. I'll have some with or without an apology, but because I love you and because it was a shitty thing for me to accuse you of, I'll apologize anyway. So for what's worth - I'm sorry for accusing you of hitting on Sawyer. I love you. Now open your legs like a good wife and let me fuck you.

His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair— a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.

You said you wanted to know some of my secrets so here it goes. I like to fuck hard and I like inflicting pain while I do it. I also like to see you uncomfortable.” He starts out sounding very determined, but then he looks embarrassed and he looks away from me. When he looks back at me again, his eyes are softer. “But it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. I do; more than life itself. So please, Isa, if you want me to be happy, then indulge me.” How can I say no to that? Of course I want him to be happy – I love him.

Go deep and live life from your truth within, and watch your most authentic self, full of love, peace, and beauty manifest out into the world.

Time will end. Disease will fester. Death will die.

He was relieved to be alone. He appeared to find happiness in solitude.

I now shall embrace the dark as a part of me. Without the dark, I cannot see how light gains importance.

She loves a silence with Davy Walker. Some people give good silence, and he is one of them.

I love taking care of a woman, you know that. I’m just not attracted to the clingy ones who need me to do everything for them. I want her to need me, but not need me for everything, know what I mean? I want a smart, independent woman who just happens to enjoy submitting to me sexually. Is that too much to ask?” There was a snort, and then his brother’s sarcasm came spilling out. “It can be your eHarmony ad, bro. Wanted: smart, independent woman to play at D/s. Must like handcuffs, spankings, and anal sex.

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Mothers know exactly what their kids are going through. It must be a complex interplay of genes and hormones and some unknown links from the nearly ten months spent inside their body. Somehow, they sniff our sadness, somehow, they perceive our fault lines, and somehow, they connect with us on a subconscious level.

A blind date is when well-meaning friends select two people from opposite ends of the earth, with as little in common as humanly possible, and lie to each of them about just how fabulous, interesting, normal, well adjusted, intelligent, and attractive the other half of the blind date is. Reality hits as they come through the door. You then pursue the same formula as on a regular date, hopefully in less time, and you pray that they wrote down your phone number wrong. After that you go home and cry, eventually laugh, and never speak to the friends who set you up again. And after you forget just how bad it was, you let the same friends, or others, do it to you again. With love and empathy. d.s.

They chain-danced over the fields, through the woods to a trail that ended in the astonishing beauty of feldspar, and there Paul D’s hands disobeyed the furious rippling of his blood and paid attention. With a sledge hammer in his hands and Hi Man’s lead, the men got through. They sang it out and beat it up, garbling the words so they could not be understood; tricking the words so their syllables yielded up other meanings. They sang the women they knew; the children they had been; the animals they had tamed themselves or seen others tame. They sang of bosses and masters and misses; of mules and dogs and the shamelessness of life. They sang lovingly of graveyards and sisters long gone. Of pork in the woods; meal in the pan; fish on the line; cane, rain and rocking chairs.

Miles just smiled and felt her love flow around his own. Yet inside his love was a rock, and it had the words “payback is sweet” written in large letters on it. He laughed and she looked up at him and saw the hard glint in his eyes. “Uh oh!” was all she said. He laughed again deep in his chest. She kissed him happily. She sucked at his throat. She, as much as he, would enjoy the struggle that would follow. Part of the joy of their love was this constant battle to top the other. Kate was excellent at beginning these battles and sometimes even won them. Yet her weakness was that she submitted naturally. She knew it and he knew it. From her point of view the skill of the game was in keeping his Dom side distracted enough so she could submit to him before he took her. Miles smiled as he realised that whoever won was largely irrelevant to their love. Yet he liked to win; and so did she. (Journey Into Submission, eXtasy)

he snuffed the remaining powder into his other nostril and threw the scrap of thin plastic to the floor. There was no sensation, nothing at all, the world was the same and Billy knew that he had been cheated. Two D’s shot, gone for nothing. He leaned out of the glassless, frameless window and tears mixed with the perspiration on his face. He cried and thought about that for a while and thought how glad he was it was dark and no one could see him crying, not him, eighteen years old. Under his fingers the rough metal of the window opening had the feel of miniature mountain peaks and valleys. Jagged, smooth, soft, hard. He leaned close and stroked with his fingertips and the pleasure of the touch sent shivers of love running the length of his spine. Why had he never noticed this before? Bending, he put out his tongue and the sweet-sour-iron-dirt taste was so wonderful, and when he let the sharp front edges of his teeth touch the metal it felt as though he had bitten off a piece of steel half as big as the bridge.

When he broke that long kiss, he smiled at her before kissing her hard. “So, my love, I hope that your punishment will stop you from trying another payback for a while at least?” Laura laughed and sighed, dramatically. “Of course, it will. I never want to be punished like that again. Well, not until tonight anyway. You will be back tonight, won't you? I'm often very bad at night so you may have to do this all over again to me until I learn how to be good. Hmm, and during the day, I'm not always very good either so you'd better watch out for that too.” “You don't make punishing you an easy task, do you? It almost seems like you enjoy being punished.” “No, it's not that, baby. Though, your punishment was very well given. It's just that I have a very aggressive, bad gene and it makes me backslide, umm, and often frontslide too. I have learnt with you that I'm always wanting to backslide and frontslide but, as it's obviously a genetic defect, I can't really be blamed for that, now can I” (Tales from Terrigal, Book 2, WIP)

Mr. Townsend quirks a brow at the other man, and when our boss walks away he sticks his tongue out to his back. I push my hair over my shoulder and look this man over a bit closer. His dark hair reaches his shoulders and falls in soft waves around his face. He has a strong jaw lined with stubble and high cheekbones under his impossibly dark eyes. His perfect teeth are framed beautifully with full lips and a dark goatee, which only highlight the voluptuous color of his mouth. He’s wearing a dark blue button up shirt that fits loosely around his arms and chest, but the fitted dark jeans show off the chiseled lines of his thighs. He pushes his chair back slightly and stands, extending his large hand toward me. “I’m Reid. Reid Townsend.” He’s tall, about 6’0”, with a smile right out of a toothpaste commercial, and when I take his hand (surely with a stupid look on my face) it’s rough from heavy use. “Nice to meet you. I’m Danielle Delaney,” I reply. “You can call me Dani… Or anything you’d like except DD, um, in high school some people called me Double D’s because of that name and because I have big boobs—” I cut off abruptly with a slightly choked sound, feeling the blood rush over my chest, face and ears. I’ve never blurted something like that before in my life, and I especially have never blurted anything because I’m standing in front of a beautiful guy—I’m the player, not the played.

Finally, finally, I was thrown into this tiny, dark cell. It all went quiet. But I instantly noticed the warmth. And I could just make out the shape of the room under the crack in my blindfold. I waited. I was half-naked with my camouflage jacket pulled back halfway down my back, and I was huddled over shivering. I must have looked a mess. I could taste the snot smeared down my face. A hand pulled my blindfold off and a light went on. “Recognize this, Bear?” a voice said softly. I squinted. The DS was pointing at a white cross on his arm. I didn’t react. I needed to double-check in my mind. “This means the end of the exercise--Endex. Remember?” I did, but still I didn’t react yet. I needed to check once more in my mind. Then, finally, I nodded weakly at him. And he smiled back. It was the end. “Well done, buddy. Now take a seat, take five, and get this brew down you. The quack will be in to see you in a few minutes.” The DS put a blanket around my shoulders. A smile spread across my face and I felt a tear of relief trickle down my cheek. For an hour a psychiatrist then debriefed me. He told me that I had done well and had resisted effectively. I felt just so relieved. I loved that psychiatrist. The real lesson of this was twofold: Control your mind; and Don’t get caught. As the DS said, “Remember, at the end of the day, these guys are on your side. They are British, they aren’t a real enemy. If they were, then that’d be when things would get messy. So remember: do not get captured!” It is a lesson I have never forgotten, and is probably why I have, over the years, become very, very good at getting out of all sorts of scrapes.

Collars are one of the most sacred symbols in the kink community, and also one of the most abused. For a submissive, the collar is the symbol of everything she yearns for. It’s not just physical proof that she belongs to someone to whom she has surrendered, but also proof of her dominant’s love and protection. The collar shows the world (or as much of it as is practical) that someone has claimed her as his. Most people view the collar as the D/s equivalent of a wedding band. It is a symbol, not only of ownership and submission, but the commitment of both partners. One gives, one takes and together they complete the circle of the power exchange.

I have been told I have a natural aptitude for violence, yes. They say if you get a job doing something you love then it’s like not working at all.’ He grinned at her.

human, all perfect, all divine. I am the founder of Positive Exposure, an organization that celebrates the beauty of human diversity through the visual arts and narrative. Our shared synergies, our interconnectivities, facilitate incredible moments when our paths intersect. Each experience encourages, empowers me to focus sharper, broaden my vision as an artist and to see with every cell of my being.  I have had amazing opportunities to collaborate with several individuals whose lives have changed because of Dr. D.’s embrace. Their families have healed, their communities empowered, as one family states, “without medicine” but with love, humility

He felt a jolt of terror charge through his body as he imagined the boy’s feeling of betrayal when he realised what his mother was doing, still not believing it even as she did it. Loving her anyway.

All inputs need to be sorted regularly by filtering them through the four D’s (Do, Delegate, Defer, Dump) and putting them in the appropriate place. As you practice asking yourself which category something should go in it’ll become easier. Within a week of practice you’ll be able to take something from Capture and add it straight to your “Next Action” list without much thought.

He doesn’t desire me. This is not longing, or love. This is hate-sex

Violence. My body has learned to love violence, and my mind imagines terrible things

I have learned to love evoking terror in people. Like this I have a special kind of power over them and they leave me alone

I love her so much that I cannot breathe

I don’t care if it’s hate now, or if it’s love. I mean something to her, and that’s the most precious thing to me

Sometimes our eyes see things that be not real, but we believe it because it is what we desire to see, but then there are most times when what our eyes see is real, no matter how unbelieveable, and then you must decide if you wish to accept is as it is or dismiss it from your mind.

For what it's worth, you're about as much of a figurehead CEO as the man behind the curtain in Oz.

The years of waiting for each other offered an anticipation factor still in an immensely high status. At these moments, there was no one else in the world but the two of them and their hearts were bonding for eternity. D.S. Mixell

You will never be alone in this life because the memories we will form will be with you long after I am gone. Just look at that beautiful horizon. Every day when you think of me, just look at it. I will bring you back to this day, to this exact moment when we found each other and became one. - IBECK to GoD

I was at an apsis, far from her. I didn’t even know she existed. Fate brought her into my life, and her gravity pulled me from aphelion closer and closer until I could never go away from her orbit. - GoD on IBECK

Do not loathe anyone or hate anyone. People are a product of their emotions, and ‘n’ number of factors influence them.

A foul-mouthed tirade destroying each other will not help.

Everyone wants to outwit and outsmart each other rather than to better their own selves.

You may not be able to find your way back home. You may not be able to return to who you were once or bring back the person you lost forever, but soon you shall discover new ones, new opportunities, new paths, and a new you.

Walk ahead, chin up and keep walking forward. Never look back on the path you traversed to despise or bemoan. Look back only to learn from your mistakes.

The eagles of yesteryear’s wrongdoings hunt happily and mercilessly as we try to run far away.

Never be late or scramble to reach your destination at the last minute. Punctuality reflects a man’s character

We all share the same sky. We share our sky with our close ones, and our emotional state affects them first.

I had a constant ache in my chest, a heaviness of longing for her. I found myself sleepless, lying-in bed in a dreamy conscious state throughout the night, only to fall asleep at the break of dawn out of sheer tiredness of mind.

It felt like a wild bull colliding in my chest a hundred times, crushing me and leaving me like sugarcane molasses without its life juice.

We lay next to each other on the terrace watching the sky with her hand holding mine, comforting me. The next morning, she had gone before dawn.

The immensity of his sadness reverberated in the sound of the words he uttered. Its effect on the man’s life was reflected in his posture and his distant glance that searched desperately for a memory beyond what the eyes could see.

The one who ignores all the rubbish and focuses on his work will be the happiest and most productive.

A person who knows to pause amidst an emotional crisis does better things for his inner self and the person in front of him.

The best way to live your life is by doing everything slowly and patiently.

When you are physically at ease, your mind is also at ease, thriving in the available time to decode the situation and find the right solution.

I learned to accept the fact that whatever will happen will certainly happen on its own; I hardly have a few things in my hand that I can change.

I accepted the eventuality, and in that lazy delirium, I began living my life unhurriedly.

My father was an unusual giant tree in whose shade others can grow and grow.

One man, just one man from a village, took a courageous step into the unknown, uncharted path and brought happiness to hundreds of people through his single-minded determination and strong character.

I have the special skill to navigate unscathed amongst a variety of unique people at work.

What is the tryst between evil and dark? You always find them and equate them together.

The dog days of my distant past haunt me at the dusk of my life while I get ready to embrace an eternal long night. My mistakes, my blemishes, my heartbreaks, and my ungainly acts remind me of the person I was in the younger days of my life.

The neurons that rested in deep slumber for decades started to fire; now, they are incessant and unstoppable. The faintest spark has set in motion a raging wildfire in my brain taking me back to dreamy places.

I was dumbfounded by the sweet voice and the humble plea. I felt some connection between us, as if we were in a long-standing friendship.

Hope, love, compassion, empathy, and many names are given to the components of the lamp that burns inside us.

The darkness has returned to greet me with a sarcastic smile like a long-forgotten nemesis, but it shall not conquer me this time or ever.

Never fear; never be surprised by uncertainties. Embrace them. Life is uncertain. Once you accept it, you will see the links in the randomness of events, and every problem shall present a new opportunity to showcase your inborn courage.

Everyone who lived past childhood innocence would have done something evil.

Failures are inevitable for all who walk a path To climb a mountain, in sweat you should bath Dissect thy failures, every single brick on the wall Break one and then another, until all ends as dust after all

Everyone suffers from something. It’s just a matter of how great the suffering is and how tolerant and enduring is the person’s soul for any amount of suffering. For some, even a trivial blow or minuscule loss might mean the sky crumbling on their heads. On the other hand, you will see some uniquely hardy humans, who face bludgeoning for breakfast, get sautéed in searing heat all day and spend their nights fighting to get some sleep on a prickly cold ice bed, yet they carry a demeanour of - just an ordinary day in my life

Individuality is the driving force of any society. Every individual acts according to his own will and does things uniquely, good or bad. Everyone contributes in his or her own different way to society

Some people stop feeling hurt after a tipping point. As if nothing more can ever hurt them.

No greater force can kill what is already dead.

Silence enables us to listen to ourselves. To think beyond limitations. It calms the nerves. Gives a sense of freedom.

When you believe you cannot change what you are doing now, you will not even explore the new path. And nothing can pull such persons out of the dark pit they call their home. They are so used to the darkness, the light because their enemy

Every human has five enemies programmed inside us, waiting to hurt us anytime we lose our guard. They grow with us from the time we take our first steps in this life, understanding the people around us. First is anger, second is ego, third is irrepressible hatred, fourth is infinite pride, and fifth is insatiable greed

Silence is amazing. Don’t you feel? It broods creativity. Allows you to introspect. Enables us to listen to ourselves. To think beyond limitations. It calms the nerves. Gives a sense of freedom

Failures are inevitable for all who walk a path To climb a mountain, in sweat you should bath Dissect thy failures, every single brick on the wall Break one and then another, until all ends as dust after all Wall thus broken shall let you pass on Victory is yours; you shall march on and on

The more I ventured into the world of science, the more I brushed aside that notion of being part of a drama, or a pattern laid out by fate or faith.

Bad feelings poison the soul, make it stale muddy water, and lead to actions that have long-term repercussions on the body and mind.

I wanted everyone to find their sanctuary, their one true freedom in life, their box with miracles, their cloud of happiness. I wanted every one of them to bathe in the rain of love.