Ever have the one or few places where you're most at ease?
I used to work as a bartender in a club. Naturally there's adrenaline pumping music, some dance happy, others romantic or electronic or all of the above, and a f*ckton of people under a bunch of colorful spinning lights, lasers, and the floor is shaking with bass. That place, behind the counter with my glasses and rags, was my safe place. My sanctuary. Could always feel at peace in the chaos and feel empowered whenever I mix and serve my beverages (my favorites are whiskeys and brandy, what's yours?), and ultimately satisfied at the end of my shift cleaning my glasses and polishing the counter.
Control. Relaxation. Confidence. Power. Smooth.
Since then I've developed a few more sanctuaries. My love's chest, for one. Nothing sexual, no actions really necessary. I may be the Dom but there's a comfort I can't explain just resting my head on her collarbone. Can't resist sleeping either, I ko so fast then wake up feeling like a bloody king. Warmth is never too warm or hot, just the right amount, and she's the perfect balance between firm and soft. Not to mention, heartbeats and breathing gets me calm like none other. -laughs- Not afraid to admit I enjoy being spooned as much as I like being the spooner, and that it'd take ages to wake me up if I'm not ready.
Comfort. Warmth. Peace. Stability. Love.
Another sanctuary I've got is when I'm on the move. The road. In the car, stick shift or auto, doesn't matter, tunes playing and sunroof open on sunny or breezy days, the feel of the leather around my steering wheel in my hands, the perfect sensitivity of my accelerator and brakes, and the thrum and low vibrations from the engine.
Not to mention the sound when I floor it. Always an amazing thing.
Something about drives that never fails to make me happy and excited for the day. You turn over your engine yeah, then put your vehicle in gear and now, you're cruising to your next destination. Could be a bar, could be a restaurant , could be the forest, could be your relatives. Hell, you could even have nowhere planned and just go where the wheel takes you. Drives never fail to excite me, they often wake me up at the start of the day.
Control, indulgence, excitement, risk and reward.
And now, I'm in my room. Prison for some, meh for others, recluse and sanctuary for those like me. Got your bed, your entertainment set maybe, decorations and a study. A place to relax or have some fun (wink, wink). I work out here sometimes. Also love to read and draw here. A bonus is that I'm hardly bothered by others and the temperature in this room is just right, not hot or anything but erring on the cooler side of the spectrum.
Rest, comfort, carnal indulgence, work and process.
My last sanctuary is the toilet. 1-20 minutes at a time.
Inner reflection, burden and relief, sanitation.