She grew, He grew, The thorn also, Bloody between them, Piercing heart and poisoning love. Eternal. Between them, around them, Choking, binding, growing. Sweetest love and weeping wound Lit baleful starlight smiles of joy.
The diary of a switch. I was once a kinky guy in a somewhat vanilla marriage with a lot of problems. My wife and I tried to accommodate my kinky needs and failed. After many difficult years we discovered she was dominant and she learnt to shuck off her years of repression and let herself go. We haven't looked back. This is about how we progressed out of her vanilla comfort zone, much much further than either of expected, and fell back in love with each other.
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