If I had sex with every man that wanted to have sex with me I would spend most of my waking hours horizontally inclined. This is by no means a complaint, nor is it intended as a bragging statement. I’m not every man’s cup of tea nor do I need or want to be, but for a lot men and specifically the men that meet me in person well….. (what can I say? A lot of men aren’t that super picky to begin with when it comes to just sex anyway. lol)
and as it was so blatantly pointed out by a lovey fellow Domme at the Halloween party, I can’t keep forgetting my allure to women as well. Which I had never really taken into consideration.
I have had 4 men contact me in the last few days. Two of which outright proposed sex, one was sniffing to see if I would proposition him and the last…. seemed to be in denial. That doesn’t even count the men I interacted with outside the “they have my number and can text me” parameters. I find it enjoyably cute and funny. I take absolutely zero offense to being seen as an object of desire (outside of a work environment or there being young children around).
Brad asked me today out of the blue if I was horny to which I unwaveringly answered “nope, not even a little”. Truthfully I simply haven’t been the last few days. He somehow was under the impression that I was always generally horny. Don’t get me wrong I would love to have that luxury but as I clarified for him in order for that to happen I would need to be: childfree, stress free and have loads of time on my hands to lounge around and practice ample self care, self-soothing, self nurturing and rest.
In that fashion sex would become a natural extension of my day; a part I would and could be ready for anytime. That wasn’t my fate in life. I dare say it isn’t the fate of anyone outside of a harem or mistress and even that has a limited life span.
Supposedly back in ancient Roman times prostitutes were provided by the church and it was seen as a thing of beauty and “whores” were revered and almost worshipped. They would be treated with respect and utmost care. The church had beautifully lavish areas for them to entertain and be entertained. I wonder what that was really like? If it was even so.
When I think of sensuality, luxury, beauty and splendor this image always comes to mind. I’ve shown it before. It begs to be shown again in this context though. Doesn’t it?