All this talk about the D/s lifestyle. All these fantasies that could potentially come true rolling around in my head.
All the erotic pictures I’ve been shown recently. The planning of the red room.
So much. Too much. Just way too much.
But I crave intense emotional connections with sex. Don’t crave…need. Absolutely need. Don’t need. Demand. I demand.
I got there. Phew. Not so hard. Just took a bit of mental acrobatics. It will become more natural the more I work at it.
I can demand. I can get it. I can have all I want. I don’t have to be nice. I don’t have to bend to anyone’s will. I can bend them to mine. Bow fucking down. Yes. Literally!!!
I demand it.
No seriously? Why did no one tell me this before? That which I have been seeking has found me. I could not be happier. Well actually…..
Confidence is so fucking sexy. Isn’t it? Mmmmhhhmmmmm
I saw this man at the gym today; late 50’s I’m guessing. He carried himself like a man’s man. Not burly. Not particularly handsome. There was just something about him. I couldn’t not stare. Generally when I find a man that intriguing they end up being happily married. Don’t ask me why that is, but I’m sure there is a reason.
It isn’t the thrill of the elusive. It isn’t a desire to have the unattainable. These things do nothing for me. It’s that a person in a happy relationship carries this deep contentment. I’m all about trying to own that space without necessitating a secondary person for it. I generally pull it off; except sometimes at night, alone, pent-up, craving…
But sex is easy. Intimacy, deep connection, the thrill of the chase..both being chased or chasing, mystery, a touch of drama, a boatload of romance and romantic gestures. Mmmmmmmmmm.
Yes please. I’ll wait. No biological clock ticking. No financial incentive wanted. No big white wedding necessary. Devotion. Sheer unending torrential devotion. Bring it!!
“I’m waiting. “💋❤️💋❤️💋❤️💋