My journey into innocence

Last night I got off the phone with a dear friend of mine, who we'll call Sue.  I spoke of Sue with H earlier in the day when i was on facebook.  I said, "This is the woman who fucked me in the ass."  I realized then i had a lot of appreciations for Sue.  As all good appreciations are best served in person, i did my second best for someone 5000 km away, i called her.  My list of appreciations are as follows:

I appreciate you for

the time you fucked me in the ass.

taking MDMA with me for our first times ever.

taking my cock deep into your throat again, and again, and again.

encouraging me to embrace my dark side.

holding me gently as i let my darkness see the light for the first time.

making me buy you breakfast, and then buying me dinner.

After awww-ing, Sue said, "you sound so innocent!"

"I know! I was just talking with H about how pure and clean i felt after voraciously fucking her. Fucking her with abandon." 

Excuse me?  So what you're saying is that the path to innocence is strewn with anal, throatfucking, and non-gentle fucking?  Yep.  It's about exposing that shit inside that you've buried deep down inside and called bad and shamed into a ball curled up tightly in a dark corner of the closet.  Like Harry Potter being forced to live under the stairs.  He was punished for whenever his magic side, his true side came out.  In muggle world, sex is magic.  And the more you step into your sex, the more you're embracing your true self.

So what happened when Harry Potter unfurled his shamed and berated and abused magical self?  He goes on the journey of a lifetime and saves the world.

My power lies in my innocence.  It just so happens that my innocence is being in approval and loving kindly, my dark and depraved self.  It's who i am and i'm beautiful and powerful.