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Biffalo_Buff said:
Dear X,

All I want to do is write about your mouth.

And all the rest of it, of course, your whole quite thoroughly perfect form and the way it arched so high you bore my weight, and then the way you held so perfectly still.

Astounding. Your hypnotized face, as you hung on the edge, half-frustrated, half-trusting, not knowing for sure that I know you well enough to take you there, not sure, but hungry enough to try me. Hungry enough to surrender to my hands. Here in the first moments, still learning you, I do have this: I am inexorable. I will overwhelm you. I will insist. I will be undeniable. Your body will give in to me, sooner or later. And I am in no hurry. None at all.

Was it worth it, there at the end? Or at least, at that first ending, when you stared straight into my eyes as you came, when it seemed to move on and on and on? Was it worth the wait, and the trust?

But all I want to do is write about your mouth. How perfectly it's shaped, and how that cupid's bow of your upper lip curls open and up, in ecstasy, in desperation. Seeing that, knowing how sensitive your mouth is, how can I not think constantly about all the ways to change the shape of that mouth, those juicy lips with their cruel and luscious curves? How can I not imagine them around my fingers, slick and moving? How can I not think about... well, I think you know.

In this movie from that night, the one I watch over and over in my mind now, your head rocks back with the slap, the heaven and hell, and your eyelids flutter as you try to stay focused on my face. I loved making you look me in the eye, and seeing how you struggled to keep your eyes open, how they kept rolling back as my hand moved. How your face shifted madly, between desperation and confusion and greed and need, between plaintive hunger and something like fear, the suspense I kept you in, for so long.

No, sweetmeat, no, my magnificent toy, my tricked out little jet plane, it's of course far beyond role, far beyond any sort of title or name. If Dom and sub, slave and owner, are not terms that appeal, then let me invent others. I am the Devourer and you are the feast. I am the Possessor and you are the owned one. I am the Adventurer and you are the treasure. I am the Sculptor and you are the marble monument. I am the Archaeologist and you are the rare artifact. I am the Triumphant and you are the prize.

Let it be that, for just a little while. You are worth Owning. You'll bloom so sweetly under my hand. Later, later all the rest of it can be true too. But right now, let me bask in this overwhelming pleasure of Total Privilege. Let me own your wrist, your neck, your skin. And that mouth.

Gods, that mouth.


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Can I just say this brings back memories of my first time with DS. Thank you ... We both enjoyed it.
 
ShyVixen said:
Dear X,

I'll try and keep the random sappiness under control, but it's almost Christmas and I do have a deeply repressed romantic side that sometimes like to escape...:p

I just wanted to say thank you for the past year. :rose: It hasn't always been easy - there have been the inevitable bad times, but a lot of wonderful times too, and I just wanted to say thank you for those. Thank you for making me smile, thank you for being there when I need you, thank you for the patience and understanding, thank you for the amazing sex ;)

I'm not going to embarass myself by saying what is really on my mind, but I think you already know...:eek:

Love, Me
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Oh baby do I...

And you are more than welcome. *wink* *wink*
 
Dear headache, neck & back pain:

STOP.


Dear 'prescriptive LEGAL pain med' (ETA: no idea why your name was censored with all those ********'s):

I'm glad you are taking the edge off. Please stop making me queasy.

Dear antibiotic:

Please work well enough. I'm keeping busy to hold it together but you need to do your share in this struggle.
 
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Dear X

As we are about to cross a milestone, Our 2nd Christmas together.. I wanted you to know how much I cherish you and thank you for supporting me durring this difficult time in my life, all the doctors, time off work and the hospitalizations. Your support has meant the world to me and you mean the world to me. Thank you for your support, your friendship, your love and for just being you... I adore you my handsome loving Sir....

Your Humble Pet
 
Dear X,

Tomorrow is your birthday. I am so glad you weren't with me last Wednesday. If you had been, you probably wouldn't be able to celebrate.....I don't want to think about it. Anyway, cherish tomorrow.

*hug*
nico

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Bruises and bone bruises,

Fuck. You.

Sincerely,
the one you are torturing
 
Dear X,

You're perfect. I know I say it all the time, but you are.

Ok, well, maybe not perfect. You've got your flaws, like the rest of us do, obviously. But you're perfect for me. And that's all that really matters.

Thank you so much for being you. I love you.

~Me
 
BiBunny said:
Dear X,

You're perfect. I know I say it all the time, but you are.

Ok, well, maybe not perfect. You've got your flaws, like the rest of us do, obviously. But you're perfect for me. And that's all that really matters.

Thank you so much for being you. I love you.

~Me
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...how sweet and I love you, too. hee-hee;)
 
BiBunny said:
Dear Kitty,

That wasn't for you, but it fits you, anyway. I love you, beautiful silly girl. :p

~Bunny
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Dear Bunny,

I knew it wasn't for me. But I was just being me--you know a smartass ;) LOL. I just wanted to mess with you!!!

Kitty
 
Dear Mister,

In three years, this will be only the second time we will be separated for longer than a few hours.

Please be safe and careful. I will miss you sooo much!
 
Dear Beloved Toy,

It is late at night, and I am thinking about all you've said.

Pain. Intensity. Pleasure. When you talk about what you believe you want, you are describing something more tantric, with the body open at every space to ecstasy. These things can come from the skin, but they are echoed in the surrender of the mind, and without the deeper love of the mind and heart the pleasure cannot be at its limit, at that divine and encompassing peak.

The surrender of the mind. That's the key, and that's where the theater comes in. There has to be an overwhelming reason to refuse the mind's desire to fight; there must be a message, an image, a goal, an idea that is so important it takes over the rest of the mind. It cannot, though, it must not be fear. Not even the fear of suspense, of uncertainty. I know you find that suspense fascinating, but in this place there is no room for uncertainty. Control is essential.

But if you like, I will control you for now, as you learn to control yourself, and I will try to provide the theater, or the education, or the level of sensation that is necessary for your mind to truly join in on the process. I can't make you stop fighting; only you can do that. That is what I think is truly meant by 'topping from the bottom,' if the phrase can be said to mean anything at all. It is not so much the aspect of expressing yourself, saying what you like, what you want. It's refusing to allow yourself to submit, not to another person but to your own desire, your own hunger, your own trust in yourself and what you want. It is staying outside the experience of ecstasy your body offers you. It is the refusal to submit to sensation itself, to resist pleasure when it is offered and tangible. It is allowing your tyrannical mind to rule like a despot over the sweet and simple desires and gifts of the sacred body, the physical animal. It is like refusing to submit to appetite itself; punishing the body by refusing it food. Would we do that to a dog? A child? Would we refuse food to a hungry man? Yet you do so every day, by allowing your mind to fight the experience of pleasure and joy, not just in sexual experience but in the everyday, in a meal, in an embrace, in a word or a gesture of affection. To fear these things, to mistrust them, to stay at a distance, is to refuse food to your own starving soul.

The wheel, the sharp point, the lash, all of these are valuable for intensity. The theater is for you, for your terrible mind. You are not unworthy, nor are you weak. But if we begin there, and come to the real of it later, then perhaps the real surrender can happen: you to your own mind, your own divinity, your own sense of possession over your self and Will. I work toward than end, more than toward my own satisfaction.

And if, among the scenes on this dark stage, there are some acts that could overwhelm you with pleasure, some places that would send you edging toward such hysteria that you became afraid of the surrender, some blended heights of this place invaded and defined, this hole filled, this combination of three, or four, or five things happening to you, would you trust me then? When your inner tyrant is saying, I can't take this any more; I will lose my mind, I must stop, then, what then? Will you trust me?

Will you find the peaceful center of yourself first, so that every touch is like a lash, every kiss as painful as the strike of the crop? From there, love, only from there, can pleasure do to you the things you're accustomed to feeling only from pain.

Once there, love, and only then, will I be able to truly indulge myself. Travel with me.
 
Dear Multiple X's on another board,

It's sad how you have taken reality and made it your own personal denial land. The gang up your little group does on people who disagree with them is ugly to say the least. Most of you will never realize it because you are so far into your own fantasy of what is correct and right that you will never see people as individuals instead of targets to be converted.

People like you are so busy trying to convince themselves that they are superior and have things figured out. You will never be able to look in the mirror to see how much of that comes from actually feeling inferior but I see you.

You'd probably be surprised to know that I say what I think in the nicest ways possible. Still you twist it into what you want to see it as. You are pathetic hateful individuals. When you all come together to attack anyone who isn't your brand of right it's like a pack of dogs. It's a brand of angry hunger and cowardice. I'm sure it's been effective in running people off.

I wish you all an awakening or that if you can't do that, and it's quite likely you can't, that you would just go away. I can guarantee you I won't be going away. No matter how much you bully or bitch it just ain't happening.

Unlike some, I don't fear you. I just find you to be ridiculous and sad. I think someone needs to be there to state other points of view.

So while I constrain myself and watch you look more and more like the mean and small minded pack you are, I will say what I really think here in the dear, Dear X thread.

:rose:
 
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Dear X
Hope you and the wee ones will have a wonderfull time. You'll be in my thoughts. Not long to go now pet. x
 
I'm keeping it together, as far as appearances go, and feel all unraveled inside, without you here. :heart:
 
Dear X

Thank you for being so good to me,

you inspire me to be more, just by being yourself....

I cherish our time together and look forward to forever
 
dear x
I hear ya really really do but are you gonna follow through with what ya promise???
 
I'm having the worst time of keeping it all in and holding it all together and it's only 1:32PM. I don't want to break down in front of the kids. Not knowing that you are going to be ok, makes me doubt that I will ever be, again. Keeping my mind busy isn't proving to be an effective method for coping. I'm trying.
 
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