Desire - Blog Posts
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WELCOME TO THE DEVOURING VOID
Come, come, do not be shy. Let me pique your curiosity and captivate your mind for but a moment. Do not fear sinking deeper into the warmth of the ravenous void.
In this wonderful realm of fantasy and depravity, the depths of the void take root, take hold, grasping tight to the dripping mind. So I ask this of you...
Understand the fantasy through which the void takes hold. Understand that I am here to explore and grow, not to harm and hurt. Understand that if what I create here is not for you, you can merely block and move on. Please do not report my personal space.
Oh, and as I'm sure is clear, but to lay it out clearly, this is an 18+ space.
Now then, should you truly wish to know more of me and my space, do be a dear and expand this post, let your eyes wander and take in all that I have written.
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WHO IS "VOID" More than a mere name.
As someone who often found himself disliking his birth-name, but unable to find a befitting replacement, I almost exclusively go by aliases outside of family and work. In this wonderful online world, I have chosen to go by "Void."
But who is Void?
I am quite a private person, but that does not mean I will not share. Born male, I still identify as male, but I often question being clumped with a group I often find disdain for the vocal minority of. I am in my late twenties, encroaching thirty this very year, but at times I find my mind clings to the past. Through my explorations I have learned much about myself, but for the purpose of this post I will say this much: I am dominant, with little interest in acting submissively. As far as I've learned, I am pansexual. I find myself often teetering in my mind between monogamy and polyamory, but I return time and time again to the concept of twisting multiple sweet little dolls as one. And for the sake of transparency, I have learned in the past year that I have unknowingly lived my life to this point with autism, which certainly was a shake-up to hear, and yet so understandable. As such, while communication is a key in this world, I do struggle with it and with burnout more than I'd like.
Beyond that, I find that words hold extreme power in this world. Words twist reality to the speaker's will. Words reshape images through desire. Words bind and connect.
All that aside, I do greatly enjoy speaking with others, so do not be shy, do not hesitate, you're more than welcome to contact me however you wish.
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WHAT DOES THE DEVOURING VOID DESIRE The devouring void is ravenous, and as such, it desires all.
Through many years of self exploration and experimentation, I have found my desires grow and flourish. My mind has become as the rushing rapids of a river, etching away rock over time to uncover more through a constant flow.
As such, know that there is a wide range of kinks and fantasies which may be showcased even in small forms in this space.
Below is a not-so-little snippet of the fantasies which, at one time or another, capture my attention. For convenience, this list has been put in alphabetical order, with the top 5 bolded & italicized, the next 5 of the top 10 bolded only, and the next 5 of the top 15 italicized only.
AH3GAO
BD/SM (GENERAL)
BLOOD PLAY
B0DY MARKING / BRUISING
B0DYWRITING
BONDAGE
BRAINWASHING / HYPN0SIS
BRAT (SUB FIGHTING BACK IN ANY MEANS)
BR3ATH PLAY / CH0KING
BR33DING
BUKK4KE
CNC / R4PE PLAY
C0RRUPTION
CUM-DUMP
D4CRYPHILIA (CRYING)
DI4PERS / PULL-UPS / 0MUTSU
D0LLIFICATION
EDG1NG
EN3MA
EXHIBITI0NISM / PUBL1C PLAY
G4GGING (USE OF G4GS)
G4GGING (ON OBJECT)
G4NG-“R4PE”
“G00D GIRLS MAKE M0RE G00D GIRLS”
HAR3M
INT0XICATI0N PLAY
KNIF3 PLAY
M3NDLESSNESS
NYL0N / PANTYH0SE
OBJECT INSERTI0N
OBSESSI0N
ORG4SM CONTROL / ORG4SM DENIAL / FORCED ORG4SMS
OVERSIZ3D INSERTI0N
OVERSTIMULATI0N
“PR3Y” ST4LKING / HUNT1NG
R3MOTE T0YS
RIPP3D CL0THING
RITU4LISTIC PLAY
RUINATI0N
SC4T / M3SSING
SCH00LGIRLS
SHIB4RI / R0PE PLAY
SM4CKING / SL4PPING / HITT1NG
STR3TCHING / G4PING / S1ZE TR4INING
TATT00S
TENT4CLES
THR33S0MES / F0URS0MES / M0RES0MES
V0MIT
W4TER-BASED PLAY (IN POOL / HOT-TUB / UNDERWATER)
W4TERSPORTS / P1SS PLAY
W4X PLAY
W3TTING / OMOR4SHI
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HOW DOES VOID LIKE TO PASS THE TIME Why, by spinning words, of course.
I find great enjoyment in writing short stories which focus on any number of the depraved little concepts listed above.
These stories will be posted here in due time, so if you're curious and can't find them, merely come and ask.
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DNI The Do-Not-Interact information.
Now... I think everyone here is well aware that in this day and age, clearly denoting your "DNI" requirements is a must right along-side your age, but I've noticed some lists get extremely long, so I'll keep mine short, sweet and to the point...
DNI IF...
You are not of legal age of consent.
You have a hate-filled heart.
You are a p3d0 by any name/term.
You are "x-phobic" (Where x is homo, trans, xeno, etc.)
You cannot separate depraved fantasy from amoral reality.
And again, please do not go reporting me, I am not here to cause harm and I ask you not cause me harm in return. Simply block and move on if you are not fond of what I have to offer.
“It never really goes away, the longing for the life not lived, because isn’t that part of how we come to know ourselves too? Through what we lack as much as what we have, all we dream but do not hold. Some desires have no resolution.”
— Madelaine Lucas, Thirst for Salt (Tin House Books, March 7, 2023)
All of You
It has never been about what you would or would not show, what you would or would not do; never about just how hard or how loud you would cry out. It was never about how far the torture could go before you sputtered the safe word, or how, the next time we went further. It was not about your hunger to please, your messy desperate hunger, your submission. what you would or would not wear and where. The collars. The chains. The cuffs. It was not how or where you wanted to be filled, or marked with cum. It was not how, once you saw that fantasies could and did become real, you gave yourself to them. It was not how often, or how many. It was not the desire that matched, sometimes somehow exceeded mine. It was not the hair trigger that set your need off, the way your body, so exquisite and lush, writhes. All those are delightful and more than most women have to offer. more than most women are. but it has always been, always be, your ability to trust the love you feel, the desire rises, and surrender to the one man who knows, and wants, constantly wants, all of you.
I Cannot Get Enough
I cannot get enough of you. Not for a lack of trying. Not for a lack of pushing you into your imagination where dreams and fantasies become, yes, real. Not for a lack of desire, which somehow only grows each time you are moved beyond what you believed possible. There are more ways to render you helplessly loved than one lifetime can hold; not that I won't try. And try again, slave to your moans and screams and the look of love in your eyes afterwards. Ah, that look. I cannot get enough.
