Journey...
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Posted:Jan 11, 2017 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2020 3:18 am 11064 Views
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I will take you on a journey of self-exploration you can’t even imagine. I will bring out the person you have kept hidden from the world. All relationships you have had in the past will pale in comparison to what we have together. You won’t only hear me call you mine, but feel it in every breath you take. You will not call me Sir because I wish for you too. You will call me Sir because I will do everything I can to earn that title from you
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34 Questions....
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Posted:Jan 9, 2017 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2023 7:07 pm 11338 Views
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34 Questions...
Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armor? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.
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Ruin...
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Posted:Jan 7, 2017 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2021 5:59 am 11837 Views
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Ruin...
You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...
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Posted:Jan 7, 2017 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2017 10:47 am 11724 Views
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Things My Mother Didn't Tell Me But Should Have...
Never give any kind of pleasure to a boy you wouldn’t give yourself.
Kiss like a promise and wait for the other person to break it.
Human beings are not ships; you cannot save them from sinking
if they don’t want to be rescued from the floodwaters.
Loving someone that doesn’t give a damn about you
isn’t sexy; it’s misplaced energy, also known as self-destruction.
Don’t ever treat anyone like a refugee from a civil war;
they will come back from battle and leave you as wounded
as if you were the one who had been paid
for military service. Forgiveness isn’t putting the weapon down;
it’s learning how to kiss the person pulling the trigger,
not just a quick peck on the cheek, but a full one with tongue.
Let the dead be dead.
They have no answering machines, no phonelines:
if you call them, only the ground will ring.
Never trust a boy who already has a pack of condoms ready
in his coat pocket before he even asks your name.
When the world tries to break your back with its weight,
get a stronger spine.
Your father left us because he was ashamed
for not being the one that gave birth to you.
Even oceans misplace their anchors sometimes.
Never “give a man permission.”
You shouldn’t have to. It should be mutual.
Stop treating your body like currency-
don’t pay anyone who doesn’t deserve it.
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Love Is Blind...
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Posted:Jan 6, 2017 8:37 am
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2021 5:47 am 13359 Views
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Love is Blind...
"Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”
― Ayn Rand
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The Tower...
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Posted:Jan 3, 2017 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2021 2:42 am 14061 Views
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The Tower...
His voice goads me and then I register the perfect rhythm he is creating in my tightly wound body. One, two, and then three fingers fill me, his hand rocking flawlessly against my quivering clitoris as he fucks me. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases as Shaw builds the pace. Before I know it I am panting as the sensations consume me. Eyes shut tight, I feel myself grinding against what feels like the palm of his hand or maybe his wrist, loving the friction it creates as Shaw penetrates me over and over again.”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower:
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Nine and a Half Weeks
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Posted:Jan 3, 2017 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2023 3:15 am 14504 Views
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Nine and a Half Weeks...
This one, I guess," he says. I look over at the counter, he is looking back at me. He is holding a riding crop: "I'd like to try it out." There is a peculiar shift: from one second to the next I have become disoriented, I am on alien territory, in a foreign century. He walks a few steps to where I am half sitting on the desk, one foot on the floor, the other dangling. He pulls my skirt up my left leg, which is resting on the desk, steps back and strikes me across the inner thigh.
The searing pain is an inextricable part of a wave of excitement; every cell in my body is awash with lust.
It is silent in the small, dusty room. The clerks behind the counter have frozen.
He slowly smooths down my skirt and turns to the older man, who is wearing a suit and still looks like an accountant, though a deep flush is spreading upward from his shirt collar.
"This one will do.”
― Elizabeth McNeill, Nine and a Half Weeks: A Memoir of a Love Affair
The very first book I read about this lifestyle.(1985)..I was hooked!
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LOVE....
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Posted:Jan 2, 2017 9:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2017 8:32 am 13875 Views
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LOVE...
someone asked me to describe love, and all i could think about was the way his lips curled into a smile when i said something childish. she asked me to tell her what love felt like, and all i could think about was his arms around me, holding me tight, making sure i didn’t fall apart. she asked me what being in love was like, and all i could think about was sitting in the car listening to him sing and coming to the conclusion that i wanted to hear his voice for the rest of my life. she asked me what love was, and i told her that it was the way your heart yearns for a person, the way your body jumps at the mere thought of the person, the way your eyes shine as you see the person walking towards you. i told her that love is the most addictive drug there is, but that the high is worth it.
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Profane...
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Posted:Dec 30, 2016 5:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2023 2:25 am 14208 Views
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Profane....
The first time he calls you holy
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt.
The second time, you
moan gospel around his fingers.
He has always surprised
you into surprising yourself.
He’s an angel hiding his halo
behind his back, and
nothing has ever felt so filthy
as plucking the wings from his shoulders -
undressing his softness
one feather at a time.
God, if you’re out there,
if you’re listening,
he fucks like a seraphim,
and there’s no part of scripture
that ever prepared me for his hands -
hands that map a communion
in the cradle of your hips.
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
He confesses how long he’s looked
for a place to worship and,
oh,
you put him on his knees.
When he sinks to the floor and moans
like he can’t help himself, you wonder
if the other angels fell so sweetly.
He says his prayers between your thighs,
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue.
You will ruin him and he will thank you;
he will say, please.
No damnation ever looked as cozy as this,
but you fit over his hips like they
were made for you.
On top of him, you are an ancient god
that only he remembers, and he
offers up his skin.
And you take it.
Once you’ve taught him how to hold
your throat in one hand
and your heart in the other,
you will have forgotten every other word
except his name.
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Mythology...
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Posted:Dec 29, 2016 9:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2021 4:04 am 13240 Views
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Mythology...
She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.
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