Name' sake

The bronze tinted black and whites of yesterdays "days gone by".

Do you suppose the candle is jealous of the  incandescent light?

I know squirrels are jealous of birds.

Ive spent hours watching a field of tall flowers in the morning reach for the sun - its amazing. This silent crowd

I'll throw words around like "sticks" and "stones" because its all I have right now - reaching, trying . . . crying out . . . . . 

My mind keeps going back - I wish it wouldnt.

I curse it, tell it not to - but it has a mind of its . . . . .

Blasphemous mockery of true love.

HA! True love?

"That which does not kill you . . . "

How strong does one need to be when the light fades and you're alone?

Its still cold.

Caffeine,  nicotine, morphine, sexfien . . .da  - leaves of a different color - my crutches. They do carry me, but to where, I wonder?

Juxtaposition is still a decided stance, right?

Like capitulation? 

Words . . . Arranged characters that create recognized sounds . . . To relay thoughts.

But what if ghy kjoip yefj sefgio urdgm ?

Often how I feel . . . But unrecognizable.

Like the mirror.

Words . . . . Heres one - 

FUCK!!!

Versitile, translatable, expressive - says it all really.

Love - ooooh love, thats a powerful word too - so warm and cozy.  : ) . . . . Love . . . 

What if we were to put the two together??

"Fuck love"

Hmm?  Idk . . . .  🤔

"Love fuck" ?? . . . No . . . 

I guess they just dont go together . . . 

"The body is a temple"  

Why do so many want to abuse it?

I think Annie knew . . .

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused"

Blog post rules . . . .

"BDSM site" . . . ."off topic"

🤔

Ok, ok . . . . 

I want to find a girl that likes to be spanked

She was beautiful,  so very beautiful. 

Her fingertips resting gently on the fogged window pane, like a flower awaiting the sun.

The gray light of the gray day kissed her cheek - delicate . . . Soft. 

Traces of sorrow fell quietly -  they both wept.

White silk and playful curls hung listless now . . defeated . . . tired . . . so tired.

Her eyes were not there, not now  - the shores of yesterday called to her. 

Another drop slid down . . . another tear 

I could not reach her . . . Not anymore. It was not I who had dashed her dreams.

Go my love - go to your yesterday . . . The keepsakes and memories . . . And I . . . 

Etched upon my soul for all eternity - she was so beautiful. . . . . That morning . . . 

*edited but image is not mine

Because its fun!

Thank you . . . Thank youuuuu. .. .

Good night every one . .. good night . . . . 

Thank you

Thank youuu . . . 

Butt ☝

Seriously -

"A Sadists Tail".    (tail .. .get it? . . . Tail. 😏)

By Jack P. (In the) Box. Esq.

This subject has come up a bit recently, about spankings and pain, etc - so I thought I would speak from the other side.

I feel I am delving in to a huge topic, so please forgive me if I do not do it justice - this is just my personal opinion.

There is a percentage of me that enjoys giving my woman what she needs and wants - (of course ) - but I must admit, there is a percentage of me that is purely fulfilling my own desires. This is where the line can become blurry. Call me sadistic, but hey - I want what I want.

I love my woman, (when I have one) I think shes adorable and I cherish her - and yet .... the thought of taking my belt to her bare ass turns me on. Why??

Why does anyone enjoy spanking their lover, playmate?

I will attempt to explain.

(Sigmond couldnt make it today)

Have you ever watched cats mate? Horses?

Lets not forget the lovely black widow - or praying mantis. (Manti ? 🤔).

They are aggressive,  fatal even.  Why is this?

The word primal comes to mind - Of course, but theres something deeper, something else going on here.

I believe at its very core, it is dominance over another. 

In the hierarchy of order, - Man, woman, kids, pets. (Generalizing for conversation sake, no judgment ). 

The husband is the head of this little ecosystem. He exerts his dominance over all.

But why, in some, the desire to inflict pain on his lover? Thats different,  right?

Speaking for myself, it takes sexaul activity to a whole new level. It takes my dominance to a whole new level. I can have my woman - or I can "own" my woman.  The inverse is true of her - she can give in to me, or surrender her all to me. 

I believe inflicting pain is the ultimate human tool to achieve this. (In sexuality).

This is the case, only (emphasise "only") if I know in my heart she truly desires receiving pain. (The body doesnt lie).

My sadistic tendencies are ingrained in me.

Why? - I do not know. 

Mommy didnt love me right? 

I watched some movie?

Genetic defect?

You have people that act out childhood dysfunction,  and you have people from completely "normal" upbringing. So who really knows?

Subs experience "drop" after a session - Doms do too. Why is this? My theory - because it goes against what we were taught is "normal" - to beat someone, or be beaten by someone - guilt for the pleasure.

Low after the high.

Do you experience drop after just having sex?

Im not suggesting it should be considered normal for all (wouldnt that be fun?  😃) - but I remember the days before enough people came together to form groups and online places - where it is normal. 

Huge relief to come out of the closet, as it were.

To summarize - I dont know why im like this and my neighbor is not.

But its fun!

😏

The room collapsed in on itself and everything went still .. . .all but our panting.

Consciousness crept back in . ..

"What the fuck was that!?" I asked my soul . . . Still puffing for air . . . 

She kissed my cheek.

"May I please take a shower?"  slight giggle . .. 

"Of course pretty girl"  a gentle kiss. "Of course" . . . 

"How do you like your eggs?"

. . . . 

~ fin

She shook and convulsed . . . Wave after blissful wave . . . Soaking me . . . My own rhythm slowing - she knew why . . . So hard! . . .She held me tightly . . . The woman/girl slowly returning . .. . I pulled and she offered her neck to me .. . .

I held on . . . I bit . ..She braced . . . My stroke slowing . . . Slamming . . . a locomotive ascending . . . I was so hard it hurt . . . . Building . . . . Building! . . . I pulled harder . . . Bit harder. . . A gutteral growl escaped me . . . .my head spun and my teeth clenched . . .almost unbearable . . . .one last . . . I filled her with violent explosions of pure ecstasy  . . . .