SadisticExcess

For those that want to know, NM is safe, and back where she belongs. And Dallas didn’t get so much as a rain storm.

I’ve managed to pull a muscle in my leg and the damn thing seems to be lingering around. My calf is sore - not painful, but I feel the tightness just ready to clentch. So I am, for all intent, grounded. It is frustrating to say the least.

I feel something on the horizon. I am restless. Caged. I’d like to blame it all on the previous stress, the injury, but I can’t seem to be able to place my finger on the pulse - the heartbeat of the issue. I crave contact - sex - to almost an obsessive degree. I want to eat her whole - like an almond, if you understand the reference.

That kind of hunger. Sex. Blood. In that order?

I would say I was a vampire if I believed in those creatures. I certainly have an understanding on how someone could live on a liquid diet. I understand the craving to smell the skin, taste it, consume it. Blood. Yes, I want blood. It isn’t anger fueled for a change, no, this is the truest version of me - the one that rarely shows.

If the world faded, cast into shadow, darkness - I would be a predator. Not evil, not good, but perilously balanced on the edge of a blade.

A lover. A beast.

The one for whom only your darkest side calls out.