The spirit is the energy that moves between us, one to the other. When we struggle, fight, collapse together, we unearth our depths. I am actually located at the depth to which I attach to myself. This is where I attach to you, interlocking seamlessly. We can imagine it as a projection, if we stop to imagine all those details that were never explained, » Read more
“Thank you,” I gasp, collapsing beside him on the bed.
He raises an eyebrow, even though his face is flooded with afterglow. “Thank you.”
It is a dream to be so savored, to have my perversion welcomed, to sleep bundled by warm arms, to be asked what’s wrong, invited to discuss my troubles, » Read more
Our psychological and emotional positions in the sadomasochist realm firmly established, I’d broached the topic of D/s. I wanted to know where we were going.
“Well, what do you want?” he asked me.
It was a simple question, but for some reason I found myself unable to answer him. I find this to be the case when I care too much about what I’m about to say—I clam up, » Read more
I’ve loved you a season now.
Somehow your eyes are growing softer and brighter with time and the colors around us more vibrant.
This new us is one where I know myself, where I stay intact, not bled into the fabric of “the couple.” I see myself, I see you – » Read more
I am attracted to people in general. I don’t have a preference when it comes to gonads.
There is also a wide range to what I’m attracted to in terms of secondary sex characteristics and physical attributes and that I lack clear preferences to those as well (height, degree of body hair, » Read more
We were all children at one point.
The last few days, I’ve been considering the idea that D/s mimics a lot of social interplay in childhood before we are properly “socialized.” Without getting into gory and depressing details, sexual humiliation is a central part of my psyche and formative sexual experiences simply from having been the first girl in my class to develop and having a strict French Canadian Catholic upbringing. » Read more
Why do I crave what many others would consider abuse?
Is it for the pain?
The freedom from my own identity that comes from reflexive self-subversion?
Is it for the attention?
Is it to be useful?
Useful. That word resonates with me.
I, » Read more