
A mind that never stops. Thinking. Analyzing. Questioning. Composing. Her life an ongoing medley, shared with the discerning few, who may someday truly understand the unique rhythm, pulse, vitality of her song.

A mind that never stops. Thinking. Analyzing. Questioning. Composing. Her life an ongoing medley, shared with the discerning few, who may someday truly understand the unique rhythm, pulse, vitality of her song.

Sometimes I think people think I am boring…because when they ask me what I am passionate about it is not polite to tell them I am passionate about sex. I am fascinated by the connection between pleasure and pain. And even though i am an independent, intellegent, educated woman I am also the kind of woman who craves to be on her knees serving a man worthy of my devotion. I long to explore those limits and to be bare and open and not only accepted but adored and appreciated for that. And I guess the majority of people will just have to keep on thinking I am just a boring good girl.

Without more specific information, it’s hard for me to judge whether your paranoia is justified.
The original ask feels kinda familiar to me, because it’s the reason the long-distance dynamic with my first Dom ended. Admittedly, my threshold of “I can’t do this” was much lower than Anon’s… I lasted scarcely a week of diminished presence/interaction! During that time I realized that the emotional roller-coaster I found myself on when he wasn’t able to be around was too disruptive to my wellbeing and my ability to manage daily life, and I brought things to an end. I didn’t blame him, because his circumstances simply didn’t allow him to be around more, but I recognized that it meant we weren’t right for each other.
I went back and forth a lot of times leading up to the end of that dynamic, during the “ending” conversations, and for a couple of weeks afterwards. I still wonder sometimes if I was over-sensitive. However, my conclusion keeps being this: For whatever reason, in order for me to submit and feel safe and okay making myself vulnerable like that, I need the other person to be present. I need a certain amount of time, interaction, affirmation, etc. And yeah, that makes me feel really needy, which threatens to reactivate all sorts of insecurities every time it comes up; but whether it’s a “good thing” or a “bad thing”, the fact remains that it’s how I am. Maybe with time I might feel less “needy” but maybe not. Whatever the case, I need a Dom’s active presence—his time and attention—in order to access my submission. If it’s not available, I start closing down… locking up the opened doors of vulnerability. I have simply had to accept that it’s part of how I’m wired, and that it’s a necessary part of any dynamic for me, whether long-distance or not.
I think I’ve come to believe that it’s okay to acknowledge these kinds of needs, even if they seem “objectively” “unreasonable” (noting that both terms have problems buried therein). It’s okay to have needs, and it’s okay for those needs to be acknowledged and addressed with one’s partner(s).
- Maybe it turns out that one of those needs should be worked on, and that it’s healthy to move in a direction where the need has less of a hold on you.
- Or maybe it will always be a need, with your relationships accommodating the need in an appropriate way.
- Or, as terrible as it may feel, maybe it will mean some relationships come to an end, if it proves that your partner(s) can’t accommodate the newly acknowledged need.
Just…don’t be too quick to conclude that it’s a failing, moral or otherwise, on your part. Recognize, acknowledge, and address the needs you find in yourself. Talk to your partner(s) about it. Talk to trusted friends about it. Learn more about yourself in the process.
This is exactly the addition I had hoped would get written.
Earthquake
Her muscles moving soft rumble without control,
She breathes in short gasps body on a tectonic roll,
Hips pushed up, wave upon wave flowing rush,
She is feeling it inside her this deep flowing crush,
Rumbles shaking her the epicentres move to different spots,
Her voice in her throat stymied it closes and clots,
The energy it is intense as her inside they roil,
She is volcanic lava upon her slopes it does bubble and boil,
Flowing from her pyroclastic hot flow,
Her skin is in passionate flame oh she does glow,
She is a shuddering eruption upon fingers that quiver,
Its thrusts into her cone are the triggers that deliver,
This mountainous burst sweet pressure oh god the release,
That ends in small quivering aftershocks that deliver her peace.

🐰
Oh… I knew they existed. They’ve been locked up for a very long time. However, now 😏😙….. she has the key that I gave her

How long has it been?…… Well, it had been a long time…a very long time. However, now………now she’s definitely touched something below my surface…My soul?..Yes…maybe even deeper
Good question…let me get back to this in the new year because it’s just starting to get interesting…