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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.
wow. this was just… very fun to read, as a very interesting alternate perspective into smth undoubtedly quite taboo.
(Source: lundesnombreux)
“ I thought the earth remembered me. she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. i slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars, but my thoughts, they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. all night, i heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their word in the darkness. all night i rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. by morning, i had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. ”
Mary Oliver (via seabois)
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