The holidays are behind us, well at least Christmas, with New Years only days away with a fresh start awaiting us all. Those of us in the USA wait to see if congress let's our nation fall off the 'fiscal cliff' ...our economic future hanging in the balance...but that's another topic. I'm hoping 2013 is economically better than 2012 was for me and for all!
To create a delicious diversion, I'll move to a far more enjoyable topic...submissive men! Yes, NB was here over the holidays. We had 4 days and 3 nights together. It was hit and miss during the day with family obligations, but our 3 evenings were spent together and I had plans for us. The only disappointment was not having the time to create the right atmosphere for NB's first pegging experience! Looking back I think he sabotage those last two nights together on purpose trying to avoid the upcoming event. We have a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, fondling each other and engaging in lustful, erotic love making until we fall a sleep exhausted again. So on Friday & Saturday night after going out for dinner and a few drinks, both nights he fell a sleep on me! I did laughingly accuse him of subconsciously avoiding the pegging that would soon happen no matter how many diversions he throws my way. I'm now on to him! ;)
But Thursday night! Awwww... Thursday night it was a wonderful D/s night for us, one I'll willing share with you.
As I mentioned earlier in this blog, I was a bit frustrated with NB. He loves his work and can get lost in it forgetting anything else exists in the world, including me. He loses track of days and only focuses on the tasks in front of him. Because I know it's not intentional and only part of his makeup I give him a pass. But it also gives me, at times, a great platform to inflict some pain and take him to a place I know he needs to go.
NB is a big man. 6'3" with a large frame. When he enters a room, people take notice because of his commanding presence. I'm 5'4", small boned and can get lost in his embrace. (Which I love by the way.) So when this beautiful man undresses before me, lies on the bed and surrenders to bondage...I'm in heaven.
While on his back, I bound his wrists together in rope, and had him lift and spread his legs wide as I proceeded to tie his cocks and balls. I took my time tying up his balls. They're large and I gathered them gently to not pinch any part unnecessarily while wrapping the chord around them. I talked to him as I went along asking how he felt as I wrapped his balls tighter then brought the chord up between his balls separating the two lovely toys before me. With each wrap, his voice became softer, and more compliant. His body fought between any discomfort and the peaceful surrender that was slowly taking over his mind. After securing his balls, I wrapped his cock and finished the chord in a square knot. Pretty, all displayed and vulnerable before me. I played with his balls a little, lightly touching and licking them as my fingers ran along his shaft.
I reached up and tweaked both his nipples, that are oh so sensitive and reached over for my small flogger lying off to the side of the bed. I had him raise his bound wrists above his head and ran the flogger over each nipple then down his stomach, dragging the suede tails down to his waiting cock.
I believe that success in bringing a man into full submission is in knowing him very well. What triggers him; how to read his body language and even his verbal cues. NB grows very quite and still, at first at least. :) As he pushes his dominate side away to be overtaken by what he truly desires. Full surrender. And then there is knowing how to push him further through my own verbiage. Telling him how naughty he has been to go days without contact. How his forgetfulness makes me suffer and he knows better than to make me suffer. (Let me say this: In this setting where I know he'll listen, I can say all these things without him becoming defensive. He knows I'm taunting him, yet being truthful and it gives him the opportunity to hang his head in shame over the neglect without having to defend his manhood. It's a dynamic of D/s that serves us both well!)
To increase his submission, after teasing, tweaking, pulling on his nipples, cock and balls while intermittently switching all with my flogger, I have him stand and bend over the bed with his legs spread and ass high in the air. Now the fun really begins. And I know he's ready to go a step further. While leaning on his bound wrists and positioned for me, I start to rub both his cheeks to make my intention and target well known. I slap them a few times with my hand, reach done and rub his dangling balls and then bring my flogger into play. A few strikes against each cheek, he flinches and steadies himself for the next one. I continue to bring my flogger down upon each cheek, rubbing them and biting them between each strike. Then I move the flogger to his balls, knowing he is ready to handle the sting.
First swipe against his balls brings the first yelp from his mouth. Lovely! More swipes, more yelps as I move from cheeks to balls, back and forth with my flogger until his legs begins to shake. I slow down between strikes as he repents and swears not to be neglectful in the future. (I know he will be neglectful, but it's still nice to hear at that moment.)
When I know he's had enough, I have him turn and stand before me. What a delicious sight! This overwhelming presence of a man, trembling and hardly able to stand before me. Legs trembling, head hanging down, and yet surrounded by a peaceful presence. My god, but submissive men are so beautiful!!!!! I'll never get over their surrender. They almost become childlike. There's an innocence and beauty that touches me deeply. It's a part of them they rarely are able to experience and expose to another. It's to me a gift that I treasure. For NB is all about becoming 'little'. It becomes almost a burden to him to be seen as an overwhelming presence of a man. It serves him well in business and life, but there is that need that I believe many powerful men have of just letting down and becoming 'little', vulnerable and putting their full trust in the hands of another.
I have him sit on the edge of the bed and start to unwrap his wrists. Marks are left by the rope that have dug into his skin. I admonish him for not telling me that they were too tight. He smiles and says he enjoyed the pain. I gently rub the rope marks, kiss his wrists then move to unwrap his tender cock and balls. He says he can still feel the chord after I have removed it and smiles again. (Masochists!)
Then the tender loving aftercare begins. I lie him down on his back and start to crawl up his body and nuzzle mine against his. He moves his rope marked hands over my body and his fingers find their way inside my wet sex. We both enjoy the passion as he devours me in his need to serve me and be restored as my lover. Slowly he transforms in his strength and we eventually fall asleep, equals once again.
To me the holidays are about re-connecting. To myself, and to those I choose to fill and share my life. It's a time of reflection on the past year. My choices and if I find myself where I thought I would be. I look at what I may need to change to make sure next year starts out on a better footing or what do I need to keep doing and improving on to ensure things continue in a mainly harmonious way. Some wait until New Years...not me. I want a plan before that first day dawns! I want to wake up that morning and know that the day is not happening to me, but that I am happening to it. ;) I'm not naive and know that sometimes, life has it's own way. I make adjustments for that. But damn if I don't want the upper hand most of the time.
NB will be arriving on Thursday for 5 days. Most of that time here will be split between me and visiting family. We'll both spend Christmas Eve with our families and Christmas day together. I'm looking forward to a calm and reflective time together. Spending leisurely evenings, just the two of us, consumed in each other and strengthening our foundation and connection. As much as we both enjoy having other men involved in our kinky life it will all lose it's appeal if our foundation fades away. That's my stand and he knows if we fade, so do I and our lives together.
I can feel my dominate nature rising up as the day of his arrival approaches. He's been doing a lot of traveling for business and our communication has been lacking. I'm feeling the frustration and have plans for our first night together to not do a lot of talking but just having my way with him to deal with and release all that frustration! I need to feel his surrender, his vulnerability and see his weakness as he is bound before me and watches me use him for my own delight. Mmmmmm Yes... That will be a good start!
I'm starting to feel better already just thinking about it! Seduction, passion, lust, wanton energy..... Taking what is MINE! ;) Mmmmmmmm
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Men not afraid of hard work and getting dirty for me....cleaning up and showing me their gorgeous form adorned with ink...then being coy and teasing by showing me all but my favorite sight. Mmmmm I love the form of men!
This beautiful picture came across my Tumblr dashboard today. Interesting enough I had been thinking about my ex-sub and a shower scene we had together. It flashes in my mind most days as I stand in that same shower and remember him joining me. We had met in January of this year...had sporadic communication for a few months, then things got serious in March and plans to meet developed from there. He lived some 1,500 miles away. Our journey together was short. From January through the end of June. The distance became the main issue and it ended before my heart was ready to give him up...but I knew if I held on to him longer the pain would eventually be worse. So ties were cut. Even at that, it took many months for my heart to begin to feel whole. Our times together were intense and magnificent Many of my posts during those months are of those times.
He is built much like this man in the picture. Athletic, lean and mature...early 50's. His background is Military special ops...Delta Force. That gives you some idea of the power and mental strength he possesses. A quiet man, confident and also a switch. A beautiful combination in my book! What makes a man like this so beautiful and attractive to me is when he feels safe to finally, for maybe the first time in his life, open up about his deepest needs and becomes vulnerable before you. I probably know things about him that even his family and closest friends don't know. He gave himself fully over to me and was there for my pleasure and delight. I remember times when he would be lying naked before me, cock hard, dripping with pre-cum and as I crawled my body along his to take possession of him, in whichever way I chose that time, my heart would start to beat so fast that I'd have to mentally slow myself down to stop myself from just crawling on top of his cock and taking him, throwing whatever scene I had planned to the wind! He was beautiful!
This is an excerpt from my post July 31, 2012 called 'I Crave You'. "Yes .... I love to walk into the room when you are busy with a task, stop before you, waiting as you slowly look up and I say, "Naked...Now." with that wanton look in my eyes.....And you drop what you are doing, face flushes, you rise and immediately pulled off your shirt, unbutton your jeans and let all clothing drop to the floor around your feet." I wrote that as I struggled with letting him go in my heart. He was exactly like that. I loved that about him. So compliant. Always ready to expose himself to me, physically and at times emotionally.
So... The shower memory.... He had been with me for over a week. It had been a glorious time together and the day before he had to fly back. Our plans were to spend a leisurely day together showing him some of the sights of where I lived. He had gone out to my deck as I went for the shower. I thought he was having coffee, relaxing. I had just finished rinsing out my freshly shampooed hair when I heard him enter the bathroom. He dropped his clothing to the floor, pulled the shower curtain back and joined me. My heart, as always started to beat fast. I grabbed the sponge and soaped up his beautiful frame. Along his neck, down his chest, back, in between his legs, soaping, rinsing and lastly soaping his luscious ass. His back was to me as he leaned up against the wall. I saw his right hand move to his cock as I slowly circled his opening and slid one finger inside, leaning my body against his. This beautiful man loved anal play and I was fortunate to be the first to use a strap-on on him. (But's that's another story and some others posts you can find here!)
His right hand slid expertly over his soapy cock as I worked my finger up his canal in search of his prostate. Finding it, I found my own rhythm as I circled and massage him and felt his body move against mine. The steam from the shower mixing with our own, his breathing becoming labored as his seed built up and started to ooze from his slit. He had never felt 'milked' before and it startled him at first...the odd feeling. ;)
"Quick!" He shouted out knowing I would want to take his seed in my mouth and feel it slide down my throat. He moved his body to the right allowing me access to his cock. He continued to pump hard and then guided his cock into my waiting mouth just in time to feel his explosion as his hand rested on my head.
I take my showers now and look at that wall and can still see him leaning against it. Some memories we don't want to let go of. Below is a picture taken after I had wrapped him in a body harness made of para chord. It shows off his lovely tight ass! Yes... I love all things about mature men. And the depth of the soul that comes with them. ;)
Was so busy watching Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel that I almost forgot to post this today! Yes... I can be a big sap when it comes to those romantic, sappy shows. Makes me feel a variety of emotions: happy, sad, thrilled etc... But onto our two images!
I love the first one with the water coming down! Beautiful color, lighting and style! And the second... Well just had to post because I don't think I've ever seen an ass on a man that buff! I mean look at that! I just want to rub it like a genie's lamp! :)
Arrived in CA last Monday around noon. That gave NB and I lots of time throughout that day and into the next morning to get reacquainted. He was glowing and grinning when he picked me up at the airport. It was nice to see his desire, lust and passion for me had returned. To ensure his reaction to my arrival was stirring....I had quickly changed before meeting him into a black and white pattern dress with a pleated skirt that would move with the slight wind that was blowing. Once in the car and driving to where we would stop for lunch, NB moved his right hand over to my left bare thigh, squeezed and slowly made his way up my leg. I smiled and leaned back in my seat knowing to his delight what he would find. He moaned as he found no panties. I was bare, warm and wet as his fingers found their way home, caressing my sex and then slipping inside me. NB is a big man with big hands and long, wide, soft fingers. His skin is like velvet and when they find their way home deep inside me I instinctively wrap my warm folds around them never wanting that wonderful feeling to end. There is a chemistry between people that can either repel or attract. The chemistry between us has always been incredibly strong. His touch, where ever it lands on or inside me is a feeling as if my body has waited for him all my life. Waited, longed and yearned for his touch.
We left for Vegas Tuesday afternoon and arrived around 6pm. The next few days were filled with his business activities, sight seeing for me and losing money at the slots! And lots of food! We tend to eat more when on trips! Don't we all. Each night was filled with our intimate sexual activities and not falling asleep until 4am. All along, in the back of my mind, was pegging! He didn't know what I had planned and I was waiting for the right time when I knew he would be relaxed and ready to follow my lead. Wednesday night we decided to stay an extra day. We were tired and just wanted to sleep in and spend the next day leisurely together then take in a show that night, heading back to CA on Friday. I smiled with our decision knowing this would fit perfectly into my plan! :)
Thursday morning arrived and we woke up around 9am after another late night of play. NB was warm and relaxed with no meetings or calls to attend to. We snuggled our warm, naked bodies together as his head rested on my breast, his mouth finding its way to its nipple. While he happily suckled and me running my fingers through his hair I brought up my plan. I knew he was in the perfect frame of mind to accept.
"Baby...Do you remember our talks about how much I need to have all of you?"
"Mmmmmm...yes." He mumbled through his filled content mouth.
"I know it makes you nervous when I talk about taking your beautiful ass... but god, how I need to do that." I kept holding him close to my breast, while still running my fingers through his hair. "I need to have all of you. I crave to have all of you. I need to see you surrender everything to me. Trust me with your most vulnerable, intimate parts."
"Mmmmm...." He kept suckling and holding me tighter for security, but nodding his head in agreement.
"But you need to be prepared before I take you with my strap-on. I need to train you to relax so that you can fully enjoy it when I do."
He let go of my breast and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I was already drifting into a very lovely Domme space feeling his surrender melting around me. A rush of warmth flowed over me as NB moved from lover to submissive and I as the woman he worshiped. As he went into the bathroom to wash and prepare for his new adventure I got out my supplies to lay on the night stand. Gloves, lube, (pineapple), anal plug with insert-able bullet, condom for plug and combination cock ring and harness. Although I had wanted to be dressed in my Domme attire, I didn't want to give him time to lose the space he was now wonderfully in or the feel of the moment.
I first had him lie on his back. I laid over him, resting my body against him, holding his face in my hands, kissing, loving and relaxing him as I slowly moved down his body with reassurance that all will be well. I reached for the cock ring and harness and slipped the ring over his member. NB has big balls, which I love, and it was a challenge to gather them up and get the harness around them. But after multiple tries I finally was able to click it together on the last snap. My hands moved around his thighs, along his inner thighs and then along his shaft and balls. Massaging, licking, sucking, enjoying what was laid out before me. NB laid there watching, breathing and responding with soft moans. I then told him to roll over onto all fours and display himself for me. As he did I reached for the lube, gloves, anal plug and bullet.
His head was down, cradled in his hands, legs spread, ass up and waiting. Before I did anything more, I ran my hands over his smooth ass, kissed it, gave it soft bites and ran my hands over the small of his back and cheeks again. I was in a very happy place. Seeing him present himself to me. Willingly, desiring to bring me pleasure. I poured some flavored lubed down along the crack of his ass and rubbed it in, making sure it ran all the way to his opening. I smoothed it into his cheeks and down along his crack just brushing along his opening, teasing and loving every moment. Also letting the lube drip along his balls that were hanging and massaging the lube into them while reaching up to his shaft and sliding my hand along his flesh. I reached for the glove and maneuvered my hand inside and grabbed more lube. After pouring more along his crack to his opening, I began to massage his opening with one of my gloved fingers. He was so tight!
"Baby, breathe...relax and concentrate on how you feel. Get lost in the sensation of feeling."
"Yes." He softly replied with his head still buried in his hands.
I took my time. Just as I told him I would. Slowly I worked my finger around and around until he started to relax and finally one finger was able to slip in. OMG...So tight! I thought to myself, I hope I'm able to even get the plug in at all. But I kept at it. I was determined to achieve what I had set out to do. To have him completely surrender to me. Finally two fingers and I knew he was ready. He felt so good. So tight. I put the condom over the plug. (I always do whether its a plug or the dildo for my strap-on...It makes clean up so much easier!) Because it came with the insert-able bullet it had a nice hole I could put my finger into to guide it along inside him. Love it! Slowly first just the tip, then more and more. All along I'm rubbing his cheeks, kissing them, fondling his cock and balls, asking him how he is doing and telling him what a good job he is doing and how happy he is making me. Then finally... it's all the way in as he moans with the sensation. I grab the bullet and insert it into the plug and push the button to turn it on. A small low hum is heard.
More moaning as I move the plug in circles inside him and in and out hitting every nerve found there along with his prostate. I kissed and nipped at his round cheeks while I continue to fondle his cock and balls. I then had him clench his anus muscles and had him move on to his back, keeping the plug in place. I reached down and found it had started to slip out a little and gently moved it back in place. Now on his back I could see his face and really tease and play with him. His nipples are very sensitive and I had a great time pinching, rubbing, biting and sucking on them while I continued to fondle him.
I had this wonderful playground before me and enjoyed every inch of it! Not wanting to over use his canal the first time I finally removed the plug gently from his hole and removed the cock ring and harness. I was so wet and ready for him. I needed to feel his power and strength around and through me. I climbed on top of him as he thanked me for being so gentle. We kissed, touched, explored the landscape of each other and made love. His vulnerable surrender still washing sweetly over me.
The preparation for those who are not sure how they'll feel about pegging is vital in earning their trust. Now NB is relaxed and very open to me exploring his opening anytime we play and I look forward to when he comes to visit for the holidays because he's coming to me and I'll have everything with me. Harness and all! I'm excited to take this next step with him.
My ex-sub was experienced with anal play, so I never had to do any prep with him and we had a wonderful time. There are many men who have no problem with this kind of sexual play. But there are those whether they be Dom or sub who have their own reasons for saying no, or are nervous when you bring it up. It's exciting to me when you have a partner who at first was reluctant and now through the trust of your relationship agrees and you have the opportunity to open another world to them. Expanding the pleasures to share with one another. Damn I find that exciting!
Men. Rope. Submission. Bondage. A wonderful combination and way to spend the afternoon. Bless their hearts and kinky wiring for having the desire to be on display and to be objectified in this lovely erotic way.
Early Monday morning I fly out to meet NB in CA, then we drive out to Vegas on Tuesday for some business he has there, back on Thursday to CA and home again for me Friday. We have some light plans. I know we'll take in a show while in Vegas and have lots of time for play and probably little sleep! We tend not to sleep much when we are together! I believe it's all the time we spend apart and his surprise when he wakes in the middle of the night and finds me there next to him. He immediately goes into explorer mode and I'm his treasure. But I have some surprises for him on this trip. We've talked about 'pegging' before. The topic intrigues him, excites him and makes him very nervous. I love it! We never seemed to have the time to get to it in the past. And I'm going through major pegging withdrawals! The last time was back in June with my ex sub!
The problem for me is flying with my harness etc....in my luggage. I've had friends who had their's taken during baggage inspection! When I fly, I hide my toys and what small amount of rope I bring (mainly para chord) all through my luggage to hopefully not draw too much attention from those 'elves' who go through your bags without you being there to make sure all contents are put back! I'd be livid if my harness was taken! I like a sturdy harness that moves well with me and I paid good money for mine! So the harness will have to stay behind and the official pegging ceremony will have to wait until December when he flies out to see me for the holidays. But there are many other ways to prepare his virgin ass until then. (*Big Smile*)
NB is still going through some personal transition time and hasn't been too open lately or feeling very playful. (I'm looking forward to when he bounces back full time to the man I fell in love with.) So I'm hoping with all my preparation plans I have for him plus some other intriguing surprises, that it will help him find his mojo again. Nothing like him seeing me in fishnet stockings, corset and toys in hand for him to rise to the occasion! Oh...and lots of lube!
Mmmmm Kilts! You have to love Kilts for the one main reason that most, if not all, men who wear them go commando!!!! Then you combine all of that with great Ink and a nice Ass Shot with Hand....and you have my Saturday Eye Candy selections for today! A delicious treat!
Touch has it's own language and leaves its own pathway along our brain and soul. I use to work with troubled youth in school districts and because of our society and culture these days you were not allowed to touch or give them a hug. You could ask them for permission but even that was frowned upon. The decision, because of liability issues, was that you could help, heal, comfort without touching them. Even reaching out to hold a hand was questioned. Being the rebel I am and a very big hugger, I was always hugging, after asking their permission first. Because I know unless there is human touch there is no lasting connection. Good touch, over time, can erase the markings of bad touch or lack of touch in someone's life.
Touching whether sexual or non sexual is bonding. We either repel from the bond trying to be created or we welcome and allow it to touch our soul. A tender touch from a caring soul can unleash a flood of tears you were not aware was lurking behind your eyes and break the damn within your heart.
Touch awakens passion within us. It starts to trigger our senses and reminds us we are alive. Nerve endings stir, and in a sexual setting, arousal stirs and our bodies start to relax and excite at the same time as we flow into the sea of passion.
There wasn't a lot of touching from my parents when I was growing up. It was the time when children were 'seen and not heard' and we seemed to be more ornaments in the home than living beings. I craved 'touch' and when I had my own children I poured out my affection all over them! We are a very touchy family. My middle daughter's nickname is 'Kitten' because she would crawl up on my lap, cuddle into me and ask me to rub her back and play with her hair. Even to this day, as an adult, she'll do that! I do honestly believe that this is how my 'petting' fetish developed! ;)
Recently while in Las Vegas with NB we were watching a live show and I was snuggled up to him with my right arm and hand along side his left. After a while he leaned over to me and said, "You've been 'petting' me for the last 20 mins." I was totally unaware of what I was doing and of course it was starting to get to him! We talked about my 'petting' fetish after and I realized that for me, it brought me comfort and a feeling of connection as I was enjoying our time together.
Touch is critical in my life. I have ended relationships when it wasn't there in the way I've needed it. It's a form of non verbal communication that sometimes says so much more than words can convey. In my life it's wrapped up in the passion that lies inside me and expresses the emotional state of my heart and soul. If you reject my touch, you reject my core being. It's like a knife cutting through the depths of my heart.
I have lived a lot of my life surrounded by pain and death in my life journey. Life is too short to deny the basic human needs that live within each of us. To close our eyes to what we need deep inside and deny passion is a loss to all. There is great beauty to be found in life and those who embrace passion and recognize the healing power of a human touch seem to find it easier than others. But passion lies within all of us.
I came across this quote below from Joss Whedon on my Tumblr a few days ago.
"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir...open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love...the clarity of hatred...the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead." ~ Joss Whedon ( Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
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I know it may seem that I have an addiction to young beautifully built men as can be seen by my 'Saturday Eye Candy' pics! But they are just that to me...Eye Candy. Yummy morsels to scan and enjoy. But when it comes to the intoxicating feeling I can get from the image of a man...give me a mature man every time!
Their bodies are well seasoned and marked from the journey it has been on. Stories of their past unfolds as they move underneath your hands and respond to your touch. Mature men know how to use their body to respond to that touch; are well aware of their own trigger points and have hopefully learned how to use their cock to tease and satisfy a woman. No matter it's length or girth. His fingers know when to be gentle and when to push and prod with passion while he encourages the beauty from a woman.
But even more intoxicating is the mind and soul of a mature man. His eyes reveal his acquired knowledge of life through joys, triumph and heartache. His heart breaks through in times of passion with secrets learned from many journeys and whispers them gently in your ear. He's more comfortable in his skin and unashamedly shows it off...even if not perfect. And he's hopefully learned the skill of how to look into the soul of a woman and find the treasure and call it forth.
Such is the intoxication I find in the form, mind and soul of mature men.
A modern version of Michelangelo's David. Beautiful man and beautifully done photo. His features, his pose, the strength of his body tone not overly cut and the lighting. Just beautiful! I could stare at him all day.
Maybe you have notice, I know I have, that in your lifetime there are those people that seem to show up unexpectedly in your life and you know from the very first meeting that somehow they will have an impact on you and you on them. I use to be naive enough to think that it was always a 'good' impact ... but as 'impacts' go some can leave you harmed and broken. And maybe those have come to teach us lessons we need to learn in life. I don't know. But the majority of the people who have come into my life have blessed and enriched my life and hopefully they found the same true as far as my 'impact' on them.
Both of these images came across my Tumblr dashboard today and they both speak volumes to me. The first about the Red Thread connecting those who we are destined to meet and have them in our life. Maybe only for a few days, maybe for months, years and for some a lifetime. Most of us can look back and point to those who have had this impact on us from the very first meeting. Some are people we go into business with, some are kindred spirits that have come to encourage and remind us of our goals and destiny. Some become best friends, teachers, confidants and some, lovers. They are rarely forgotten. They leave their mark on our souls.
But the best are the lovers. Hearts that are going about their daily business, unknowingly on a path that will intersect with the other, caused by that Red Thread. And it seems immediately there is a 'knowing' about each other from the first look of the eyes or the combination of words put together in a sentence and conversations that say to your heart, "You are familiar to me." And both hearts sense the connection. These are the connections in life with others that make life bearable in stressful and tough times. They are the glue that holds our personal world together and gives us a reason to wake up each morning.
Celebrate those who are special gifts that are meant to enrich your life. Learn from those who may give you grief, but are still a gift nonetheless.
It's been a calm two weeks with NB back in CA handling some personal business along with work. I'm not very patient when it comes to transition times in my life. I hate 'lulls' and just desire to move ahead to my next destination. 2012 has all been about transition and I'm feeling like shouting from the roof tops, "Enough is Enough!". I know I still have some waiting time ahead as NB finishes going through his own transition and as I tell myself it will soon be over and we will eventually be settle into somewhat of a normal routine for our lives. I sometimes wonder if there is such a thing! ;) Our lives will never be what others describe as normal. And that makes me happy.
Until then...I busy myself with work on my writing and research I've been doing for the past few months on a new page for this blog that will cover and give resources on information on the incredible wiring of our brain, how fluid it is, how magnificent it can heal and re-wire itself and how it all is connected to our sexually. This was my original intent when I started this blog. To dig deep into why we have the urges we do, and why somethings can't be explained away by childhood trauma, abuse etc. I was never sexually abused as a child and for that I am thankful. But I did suffer loss as a child. My mother died when I was 10 and being the oldest of two children, that loss seemed to amp up the dominate nature that was already showing itself.
So as I've explored more into my own sexuality, I have gone on a quest to find answers and am hoping once this page is done and functioning it will help my readers on their own journeys of understanding themselves and those in their lives better. The excitement of seeing that accomplished keeps me going through this transition period I find myself in.
I am thankful for those who follow along with this blog, taking a peak into my life, mind and soul and I desire the most life has to offer to enrich your lives.
I so love this image below! It expresses how I feel about sexuality, BDSM, D/s relationships and wanting to ravish myself in all life has to offer. A beautiful submissive man, bound, surrendered and the woman just ecstatic at everything he has given to her and represents! You Go Girl!!!! Grab life and indulge yourself!