His hand extends to me from the darkness. To pleasure me? To hurt me? To blend the two extremes? I crave His dominance with everything that I am, yet I doubt my ability to remain intact in His presence. 

How do I navigate something so powerful yet so terrifying? How do I look myself in the mirror and see anything other than His reflection staring back at me through my own eyes? How do I stand tall in my sense of self when every instinct commands me to kneel before Him?

I know where He’ll lead me…where He’ll drag me, kicking and screaming…where He’ll weave his way into the most private corners of my soul. Am I powerless to stop Him? 

Or am I wise enough not to try?

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I’ve been noodling on a few sketches/vignettes for some of my protagonists and thought I’d share these with you for thoughts and input! Plus, this gives me a way to purge these ideas, make way for some new ones, and (hopefully) turn a few readers on in the process! 😉 Enjoy!