"You will find what you seek."
Lailah Gifty Akita

Reshaped 04/28/2017

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Dear Diary:

Today is Friday. I finally had a chance to reflect on my life here, and I realized I am worthy of a good man. A Sub to my Dom and vice versa. I deserve to have one, and I am tired of waiting. I have lowered my list of attributes from just tall, dark, and handsome, even further. I removed the dark. I would be okay with tall enough and handsome to me, even if to no one else.

I will not negotiate with gainfully employed. Got to have a job. I don't care if it is a Janitor at the local high school. Well, I would like for him to be at least a teacher, if not the principal, but I won't snub my nose down at a gainfully employed Janitor that is tall enough and he is handsome to me, if to no one else.

I never thought I would be desperate for a Man. That is what Andrea is equivocating it too. Desperate she insinuates. It just as well may be but the time is drawing near.

I have gone a long time without someone. I had high standards, and now I am negotiable. Very negotiable. I would like to be in a relationship. A meaningful one if possible. I would like something to evolve from just mutual lust. The songs I listen to describe it and I want it. I want more than being bound by the wrist, and ankle clamps.

He doesn't even have to be submissive 80% to my Dom proclivities. I am open to exploring the lighter side of me. Hard for some to believe that even in darkness there is light. I am the way.

I plan to be very straight forward. Plain talk. No sugar coating. Just plain. Less deceptive. I wonder how far it will get me if I just told the man of my dreams that I did not have a soul. Soulless. Without soul would be more digestible it would be quickly equated to musical taste. If honesty doesn't chase him off, then I guess we were meant.

I had given him the impression that I was a sub. I sensed his pleasure in that thought. Last time I employed false pretenses did not end well with the last guy. He was a fucking nut job. My Uncle Charley calls them Bitch Bastards. Scared of their own shadows. Ask too many damn questions, and Uncle Charley crushes them like the human cockroaches that they were. I need to find someone who could adapt and adapt quickly.

No more batting eyelashes or speaking in code, nor being coy. Direct and to the point. I have no idea of the outcome, but I am going to try it as much as possible today.

I am still fantasizing about the King's County Deputy Sheriff who in all intents and purposes doesn't even know I have still been lusting, waiting to jump his bones. I had only run into him on that fated chance before the fair. Each time that I encountered him I had this thing that came over me that made me want to swoon and mark him. Another way to explain it for Ordinary people would be that in those moments I wanted to be what had to be equivalent to his girlfriend/mate and try my hand at being a Sub to his Dom.

I want to be his. I know I sound like a thirteen-year-old, but I am every bit of thirty-something and hopeless when it comes to Richard SINclaire Grimes. He's well known as Deputy Grimes around the local community. It's like we had this instant connection and I have to purposely try and not come off as the crazy one, so I play it cool and aloof which totally threw the not batting eyelashes and speaking in code out the fucking window.

Looking into his blue eyes was EVERYTHING! And he isn't even that tall, but his bowed legs could get it, in that uniform or out he could get it. I would willingly let him handcuff me to the bed with panties in my mouth and allow him to fuck me as he saw fit.

All I could do was stare at him from the informational booth today. Our booth was across from his, where he stood with Deputy Walsh.

Daryl Dixon visited a couple of times that day to their booth. I can't believe Sasha thinks he is good looking. Daryl, the mechanic. Sasha likes the dirtiest looking men for her Subs. Ughh. He had a scent to him. Rare. I made Sasha aware of it. He wasn't scented per say, but he was not a man like the cheap Axe body spray he drowned his body in tried to throw another angel off.

I prayed hard each time that I kept my stride in my high heels, hoped that I didn't lose my balance. I didn't.

If it weren't for GO Stop Insurance setting up a stand at the Fair, I wouldn't have known about the Sheriff auction. It was actually Sasha's idea to get me back into King's County under an official guise, and it worked. I got to see him again. The Deputy that pulled me over for speeding. It was lust at first sight for me even though I got a hefty speeding ticket that day. A month ago to be exact. He didn't have a ring on his finger, nor a tan line and the way he kept looking at me inside my vehicle was encouragement enough. The lecture that he gave me was long and drawn out about speeding and safety, I had to ask him what else? It took the third time for him to get the gist. He definitely has Dom tendencies, and that may be something where I may be willing to adjust my own to accommodate.

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Reshaped 04/28/2017 (grammatical error and added slight content to change the nuance just slightly.)

Original Author note below:

A/N: I have been inspired by another random plot driven story in my brain. Random, short fragments that will hopefully make a meaningful story in the end. Will update my other stories as this one will do a boom, boom, boom.

Meshing True Black Mamba Dances with the Red Viper into this Story. Please enjoy. If you have given up...I hope you return when you are truly bored out of your mind...this story may one day suffice to entertain.

P.S. I may take out the Dear Diary Part. I have no idea why I am including it but for now bare with me...LOL. Better sequential order than some of my other stories. Details to events will be provided to what happened as you continue to read. Thanks again for reading. Oh and yes, similar to other stories but not the same story.