I drink too much, smoke too much, eat, fuck, sleep, laugh,dream, cry too much and I fuck you with respect.
I think the most interesting people operate two sides of very different worlds. They have the complexity to traverse between those interdependent realms with ease, pulling off either role seamlessly. I often think about how heavily we judge people based on what we see through our own eyes, and the socially obstructed veil that ever looms before them.
I was thinking about this the other day when wondering about what people think when they read my blog. I wonder if any homely woman stops by my page and subsequently renders me a slut. I wondered if they read me speak of affairs openly, understanding instead of condemning, perhaps even congratulating people on harnessing their own happiness. I have been the recipient of so many insults aimed directly at my sexuality; they seem to bounce off my thick skin without much thought. Further yet, I wondered how many people judge me specifically on the basis that I am passionate about being in a 24/7, monogamous, marital, M/s relationship. The thought of my taboo sex life complicating any other information or solid advice I bestow in my writing. How many people even bother to read it as soon as they see “BDSM” in the category cloud to the right. I’m sure you’re asking, “Why do you care?” You’re right. I don’t necessarily care for the approval, but I care from the standpoint of analysis and principle: Why do some people follow the socialistic patterns they were taught? Is there truly some people that have not a single part of them inclined to understand what lurks behind the unopened door?
“If all I did was stare at polka dots, my eyes would starve for stripes”
I know people see me and believe I desperately hang from the outstretched hand of my financially savvy husband. You see me in my body hugging, cleverly revealing, yet professional sheath dresses and think I have a library full of beauty magazines. You assume I obsess over dieting, refrain from eating carbs, spend my entire life on a treadmill, or get plastic surgery. Perhaps you see me strutting through the grocery store in one of my many pair of 6 inch stiletto heels, and assume I carelessly sling them over the shoulders of men for enjoyment. A tasteful amount of cleavage escapes the v-neck of my sweater and you assume these beautiful, full breasts are fake; again, you assume they are probably a purchase that my meal ticket husband or my affair partner bought me. I place a high value on physical appearance; I choose to never leave the house without being “done up”, so I must be under-educated and compensating for my miserable intellect. I carry myself with poise, so I must be a conceited bitch. You see me with my kids and assume I’m their biological mother as you watch them hold my hand, tell me they love me, and scurry beside me in their splendor. You assume I listen to Carrie Underwood, ask my husband to make sweet love to me, grace a pew every Sunday, and obsess over the next episode of some popular reality T.V. Oh my…
I am financially independent and always have been. I have maintained my professional career throughout several personal setbacks. I fully embrace my sexuality, to all degrees possible. I haven’t touched a beauty magazine since my early 20’s, and don’t define myself by any standard other than that of my approval and that of my Dom. I have an intense passion for cooking; therefore, I possess an even greater passion for eating. I don’t deny myself anything that brings me pleasure, nor make myself feel guilty for embracing the pleasures in life. I sling my 6 in heels over the muscular, mountainous shoulders of my husband, my Dom. My favorite necklace is a collar. I am well educated. I am high maintenance; preferring my husband to parade me about as his trophy wife than walk 10 steps ahead of me while I trudge along in my tattered sweat pants. I am confident, powerful, and outspoken. I would still wear my 6 inch stiletto heels while stomping the heads of zombies, should I ever need to do that sort of thing. I choose to be my husband’s full time submissive, because I have never met a man who can handle me until him. They were small in spirit. They were insignificant in presence. They were boring in entirety. I wait on my husband hand and foot; I make his meals, plate his food, wash his body, fold his clothing and carry his cum inside me with equal pride. I serve him and his every request, relentlessly. We blast NIN, Rob Zombie, Deftones, Massive Attack, Portishead, Tool, Puscifer, A Perfect Circle (yes, they deserve to be listed separately as I have an obsession with Maynard). I fucking hate Carrie Underwood and her male bashing, spiteful “bitch in a pair of cowboy boots”, country bumpkin, lyrically trite, bullshit example of “music”. Oh, and those kids…They are my step-children. I love them as if I’d birthed them. I love them with a power so great, it instills a fear of jealousy so vile in their mother that feels it’s necessary to punish them for saying my name. We raise them with confidence, strength; provide them with an example of what love, appreciation, adoration and respect looks like in a marriage. We eat family dinners together at the table, insist they use their impeccable manners, and share all the pleasurable tales of simplicity of their day. We look forward to family game night, weekly. I don’t pray to God, but openly worship my God (my D/Husband). I am agnostic; but, possess a deep regard for souls, energy, and the possibility at previous lives. My breasts and every part of this glorious body, often dressed so beautifully in the knot work of my D, are 100% authentic.
Try to place me in a box now…
“Beware the preachers. Beware the knowers. Beware those who are always reading books. Beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it. Beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return. Beware those who are quick to censor, they are afraid of what they do not know. Beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone. Beware the average man, the average woman; beware their love. Their love is average and seeks average”
- Charles Bukowski (freaky, intelligent and especially …alcoholic, hic!)
Quit beating around the bush, people. I know some people suffer from low self-esteem, but most of the people I’ve met tend to diminish themselves and their opinions to blend in and find acceptance. Fuck acceptance by the general public. Fuck being passive.
The general public can fit in easily on either side of this scale. Most people are either black or white on their perspectives. Don’t be black or white on you what you want and deserve. Confidence is incredibly irresistable. Insist that your needs are met and cease being a pushover about it.
I think one of the biggest causes of failed relationships and boring sex lives is communication. Not “we don’t talk enough” communication, but the kind of communication that involves honesty. People talk plenty in their relationships, they just don’t talk openly. People walk around with their thin skin, set themselves up for their own failure, and then blame someone else for their hurt feelings. Why lie to yourselves? Why set the object of your affection up for failure over a few little tears? Regardless of your gender – Man up! I’m not suggesting being insensitive about it (though that is often my approach), but I am suggesting you deliver the truth while clearing conveying your expectations.
I have been through enough to know that beating around the bush doesn’t help anyone. Yes, you can avoid the emotional display by the wounded party; however, you will likely face another right around the bend. It is merely a temporary relief. Men are mostly to blame for this. They can’t bear the wrath of their women. Women know and understand this, use it as a clear avenue to gain control in the relationship and further manipulate a man. It is safe to say that the more powerful and dominant a woman, the more she desires your assertiveness. A dominant woman will probably jock you for position but she’s surely enjoying the wrestle. Men are similar in this regard. A strong man does not often appreciate weakness in a woman. They want you to take control sometimes, but it is emasculating for you to maintain that position. A man’s pride is a sensitive thing, but most of their reasoning depends on logic. Fervidm.
Je peut comprendre que nous recherchons dans notre sexualité à vivre quelques chose de nouveau à chaque fois pour nous émoustiller. Mais ça…. Le gangbang sur ce site, photos à l’appui … Etes vous de celles qui s’expose intégralement à une troupe de mâles en rut, secouant leur pénis autour de votre visage attendant leur tour pour arriver à votre “trou” (allez savoir lequel d’ailleurs). Trouvez vous normal de voir des femmes exposées sur le net, à savoir que cela pourrait être votre fille ou votre …mère! Et pourquoi pas la grand-mère tant qu’on y est!
Je ne suis pas un ange je l’avoue et des expériences j’en ai eue mais me faire démontée de la sorte et filmée par dessus tout…Non…Jamais on ne m’aura. Je suis assez extrême comme fille et je n’ai pas peur de dire que j’ai osé dépasser les limites de certains. J’ai fréquenté les clubs échangistes etc mais je n’ai pas échangé, je n’ai pas partouzé non plus, je n’ai pas partagé chaque partie de mon corps à une série d’homme pour servir de gibier.Pourquoi? Parce que la plupart des gens sont moches.
Je regrette que ce genre de site existe. Je regrette que les femmes qui sont la proie du troupeau n’aient assez de cerveau pour se rendre compte de leur dégradation. Pourriez-vous même imaginer que la fille du gangbang est vue sur le net par son père et qu’il se branle sur elle? Je sais ce que c’est d’être abusée, je sais ce que c’est d’être harcelée mais malgré ça je garde mon intégrité, ma dignité de femme au lieu de pleurer et jouer la victime en soit disant reproduire ce qu’on a vécu dans l’enfance. Les membres des gangbang ne sont même pas à plaindre et de toute façon ils s’en foutent car ils ne sont pas équipés pour penser. Ce ne sont même pas des animaux puisque ceux-ci ne ne font pas ce genre de chose. Que peut-on se dire à savoir qu’il y a plein d’hommes et de femmes que l’on croisent dans la rue et qui font ce genre d’activité? De plus sur ce site on voit bien qu’ils n’utilisent pas de protection. Est-ce votre frère, votre ami, votre père…Pire encore votre mari? Comme par hasard les visages des hommes ne sont pas dévoilés,donc….Comme je viens de le dire…Cela pourrait être votre mari! Pourquoi je dis ça? Parce que j’ai tenu des maisons de filles et tous je dis bien tous les hommes mariés viennent voir les filles de joie. Pendant 5 ans il y avait toujours de nouveaux clients, cela veut dire qu’en cinq ans, il y a eu un nombre incalculable d’hommes mariés qui venaient en tant que clients. Leur désir premier? La fellation nature. Cela veut dire sans capote. Et puis le gars rentre chez chérie comme si de rien n’était. Bonjour les maladies! Bref …Pour une fois je prends le temps d’écrire parce que ça mérite une réaction. La domination est toute autre. La domination est un art. Il y a une recherche, un rituel,un dévolu, une qualité. La domination est une sexualité intellectuelle pour ceux qui la vivent vraiment. C’est un domaine extrême certes mais au moins il est digne.
I can understand that we seek to live our sexuality in something new each time to tantalize us. But this …. The gangbang on this site, supporting photos … Are you from those fully exposed to a group of horny men, shaking their penis around your face waiting for their turn to get to your “hole” (who knows which elsewhere). You are normal to see women exposed on the net, that this could be your daughter or your mother …! And why not the grandmother for that matter!
I’m No Angel I confess and experiences I had but to me disassembled so and filmed all over … No … We will never have me. I’m quite as extreme girl and I’m not afraid to say that I dared exceed certain limits. I attended swingers clubs etc but I have not traded, I do not have either orgy, I do not share every part of my body in a series of man to serve gibier.Pourquoi? Because most people are ugly.
I regret that such site exists. I regret that the women who are the prey of the herd have enough brains to realize their degradation. Could you even imagine that the girl gangbang is seen on the net by his father and he masturbates on her? I know what it is to be abused, I know what it’s like to be harassed but despite that I keep my integrity, my dignity as a woman instead of crying and playing the victim supposedly reproduce that we experienced in childhood. Gangbang members are not even complain and anyway they do not care because they are not equipped to think. They are not even animals because they do not do this kind of thing. What can we say to know that there are plenty of men and women we meet in the street and do this kind of activity? More on this site we can see they do not use protection. Is this your brother, your friend, your father, your husband … Worse? As luck men’s faces are not revealed, so … .As I said before … It could be your husband! Why do I say that? Because I kept houses and girls all and I mean all married men come to see the prostitutes. For 5 years there were always new customers, this means that in five years there have been countless married men who came as guests. Their first desire? Fellatio kind. It means without a condom. And then the guy goes home cherished as if nothing had happened. Hello diseases! Anyway … For once I take the time to write because it deserves a response. Domination is different. Domination is an art. There is a search, a ritual, a vest, high quality. Dominion is an intellectual sexuality for those who really live. This is certainly an extreme field but at least it is worthy.
I was reading a book as usual and one of the chapters was on mind fucking, just reading the words “MIND FUCK” made me very excited because it’s something that I know is right up my alley. I enjoyed it so much I would really love to meet the mind fucker who wrote it, I think he is awesome.
So this is what I have learned:
Number one, the definition of mind fucking is making someone believe something is going on that isn’t really happening; the element of surprise, meaning that the Bottom doesn’t know is not real.
What is so unique about mind fucking is that although we engaged in an alternative lifestyle there are still expectations and rules to follow. “You’re supposed to play Nice, and there’s a lot that you are Not supposed to do” mind fucking can be implemented in different types of play making the…
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