BabyAndBabyGirl
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I had to share with you guys something my girl showed me. I thought it was pretty brilliant and absolutely accurate to my life:
While we obsess over the sex, the whips, the spankings, the plugs and the gags, D/s is a cerebral pursuit. We’re attracted to one another because of the ways that our minds work when it comes to sex, and so it’s exactly because the things that we want are driven by the mental side that we can revel quite so much in the physical.
It’s why I can tell you to dress up like a whore, and we can both entirely enjoy that. It’s objectifying but, because you’re safe in that mental space we’ve created between us, that’s ok. You can enjoy it, and flourish in it. You can savour the feel of the fishnets and the mesh against your skin, the latex and the ridiculously short skirts. You can let me write obscene things on your skin, and you can trace your fingers over it after.
We’re intellectual powerhouses behind closed doors. Chess Masters with whips and leather. We got this. We’re the sex nerds, the geeks who love it just a little bit too much, except it’s never too much. We obsess over the little things, and drown in a sea of bliss when it comes to the bigger ones. Things that are negative in other relationships, in other contexts, we’ve seized for our own, and turned into something beautiful and liberating.
I can call you a slut because we both know what I mean, and we can enjoy the perversion of that word that was already a perversion. We’re a twisting, turning, delicate dance of meaning and definition, all wrapped up in a delicious layer of masochism and depravity. I spank you because you like it, but also because I don’t spank you for the same reason a parent spanks a child. We’re adult enough to tap into that feeling, harness it, and turn it into something of our own.
We’re the geeks of getting laid, and we all know the geeks have the most fun.
Thought some of you might get a kick out of this.
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While we obsess over the sex, the whips, the spankings, the plugs and the gags, D/s is a cerebral pursuit. We’re attracted to one another because of the ways that our minds work when it comes to sex, and so it’s exactly because the things that we want are driven by the mental side that we can revel quite so much in the physical.
It’s why I can tell you to dress up like a whore, and we can both entirely enjoy that. It’s objectifying but, because you’re safe in that mental space we’ve created between us, that’s ok. You can enjoy it, and flourish in it. You can savour the feel of the fishnets and the mesh against your skin, the latex and the ridiculously short skirts. You can let me write obscene things on your skin, and you can trace your fingers over it after.
We’re intellectual powerhouses behind closed doors. Chess Masters with whips and leather. We got this. We’re the sex nerds, the geeks who love it just a little bit too much, except it’s never too much. We obsess over the little things, and drown in a sea of bliss when it comes to the bigger ones. Things that are negative in other relationships, in other contexts, we’ve seized for our own, and turned into something beautiful and liberating.
I can call you a slut because we both know what I mean, and we can enjoy the perversion of that word that was already a perversion. We’re a twisting, turning, delicate dance of meaning and definition, all wrapped up in a delicious layer of masochism and depravity. I spank you because you like it, but also because I don’t spank you for the same reason a parent spanks a child. We’re adult enough to tap into that feeling, harness it, and turn it into something of our own.
We’re the geeks of getting laid, and we all know the geeks have the most fun.
Thought some of you might get a kick out of this.
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Love it. Thank you for sharing and bringing a smile.
