For Trinique

Luna_Wolf72

CinnaWolf circa 2023
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I know you often wonder why I claim to love you. Your thoughts are so transparent, so easily read in the crystal depths of your confused blue eyes. I could tell you that it's because you give yourself over to me, but that would be a pantented untruth. I take what I want from you...even when you don't want to give it.

Case in point: the day I told you to slap your self for that small infraction; the infamous *NO*. You remember that, don't you? The hurt on your face, the fear that I would laugh or try to embarrass you later. Trusting me is so hard for you. My pleasure when you finally gave me what I required had NO limits.

The love I bear for you is not based on your ability to follow a command or to take the amount of physical pain I can dish out. It's not based on how you look, or what you say. It is based solely on the fact that you gift yourself to me, everyday, in new ways...all the time. Your smile when you know you have pleased Me is utterly priceless to Me and I would not ever want to give that feeling of completion up.

The things we do together: raising my kids, working, cuddling, kissing, touching...these are what makes me proud to have you. Our BDSM relationship is just the icing on a delecatably delicious pure chocolate cake.

I love you. Not because of what you could be or should be...not because of what you do for me or with me...I love you simply because you are. Wondrous, loving, submissive, my heart...MINE.

Always my sweet, my pet, always....
 
This was written to cheer her

as her family doesn't agree with any of her life choices...I thank those of you who understood what I meant...

:rose:
 
Some times its difficult for one's family to accept the path one's on.

And, occasionally, they're completely biggoted and wrong on so many levels its not even funny anymore.

*hugs Trinique*

Immediate family comes in all shapes and sizes, orientations and genders. Living with someone, sharing your world with thiers on more levels then friends would, makes you family, in my mind. So, I feel safe saying that your immediate family loves you to peices and beyond.
 
For Luna

I'd almost forgotten this in the midst of everything, but I was surprised to see that I never posted anything in response. Perhaps it means the same it did before, and perhaps your whole heart still stands behind that post. I like to think that I'm improving. Maybe THAT is the key. Thinking positive and reminding myself every day of what I had. At least we are still here. At least I am trying now.

I told you I cried two days ago. My heart was full, I suppose. Happiness mixed with a melancholy feeling. To do what I did and tell you even a bit of what I wanted from you took all that was in me. The glow of the aftermath set my heart on fire. The sexual part of it was merely a tiny fraction of it. The biggest part was the feeling...the emotion that you gave off all day, something deep down that rose to the surface...that you still love me. We were close and just being together. That was better than anything I've ever known or felt before. I felt...I still feel like the luckiest woman around. While that 24 hours made me entirely happy and relaxed, I also remembered in the pit of my stomach what I was missing, and that drove the tears, I think. My favorite part was laying down with you and just holding on to you, even for just those few minutes.

You did make love to me that day. It may not have been Webster's definition of the term, but to me, it was being with you and feeling you, talking to you, laughing with you. I felt like US again, though I know we weren't, and still aren't. Even when I am able to tell you what I want, we won't be "us" right away, will we? I wanted to tell you I loved you, but I didn't know if that was going to be an okay thing to say. I ultimately decided to let the moment just be what it was.

I felt a myriad of emotions. I'm still feeling them. My heart is still reeling. I love you. If that's wrong to say or write or think, then I guess I've messed it up pretty badly.

Here's what the crying came down to: I had a lot two days ago. I lost a lot too. I lost moments and opportunities and realized what I didn't have.

I love you.
:rose:
 
Wow, Luna. Absolutely beautiful writing. I wish I could put into words as beautifully as you do how much I love my SO.
Trinique, my cousin has a similar problem. She's a lesbian and her mother has a hard time accepting it (mostly because of her mother, but it's a long funky christian prejudice drama filled chain that I won't ruin Luna's thread by going into). You are lucky to have someone who loves you so much. My friends gave me something for Mothers Day. It's a little plaque that says "Friends are the family you choose" and even if your family doesn't accept your decisions you can surround yourself with ones that do. Congratulations on your's and Luna's bond.
 
I was not a member of Lit when this thread started, but I can feel love, caring, compassion in the thoughts expressed, in the feelings shared.

I won't pretend to know the back-story, I don't know what or how things have changed, for the good or the bad, for your relationship with Luna or with your family. I hope the changes have all been good ones for you, but if they have not, then I hope you have come away knowing yourself better, having made new and strong bonds of friendship, that the positives outweigh the negatives.

Safe journeys, wherever you may go!
 
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