Language - specifically love language, has been on my mind lately.
It occured to me that this subject probably doesnt translate any more poignantly than in the kink world.
It was Gary Chapman who coined the idea, we all fall into certain love "styles".
Long long ago, in a far away land . . . I was in a relationship , yes - its true.
Aaahh the rainy, lazy, summer afternoons - just laying in each others arms - basking in the beauty of a new relationship . . .
Butt ☝️
At first I was simply enjoying how much she was enjoying me.
As time went on, as it does . . . The lights brighten a bit, and you become more aware of the neighbors stupid dog that wont shut the fuck up . . .
The "honeymoon phase" begins to wane.
One of said "rainy, lazy, summer afternoons", we were doing said "baskings"; when all of a sudden it occured to me "ya know, I dont really like what shes doing" .
How does one broach such a subject?
"How could one approach this tactfully?" I thought to myself.
After careful consideration, I finally said to her
"ya know, I dont really like what you're doing"
After the ringing stopped, and the swelling went down - I regained my bearings and picked myself up off the floor and attempted to explain.
She loved gently caressing my skin. That was her love language - its not mine.
Dont get me wrong, I do enjoy the gentle touch, the soft caress - just not like what she was doing.
Enter - Mr Chapman's languages of love, "The kink addition".
*its not but should be
Feel free to talk quietly amoungst yourselves while I go contemplate why I wrote this . . .
