My idea of a great relationship is Gomez and Morticia Addams. Except for his 70's cheeseball mustache and her having tentacles instead of legs, they had it all –as devoted as they were kinky, as bohemian as they were wrapped up in each other.
The older I get, the more I become attracted to people who see life from angles not covered in geometry textbooks. What gets my heart, mind, and hormones going (not necessarily in that order) is someone who is still passionate –about art, movies, and books. Someone who is moved by the written word. Someone who thinks going to the movies is like going to a cathedral. Someone passionate who doesn't land in the middle of the Bell Curve. Someone who agrees with Einstein, when he said, “Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love."
I want a smart, funny, sensual, submissive who finds erotic pleasure not just in the performing, but in the imagining, in the surrendering of their deepest, hardest fantasies -and ultimately in the mutual trust that comes when you offer each your self to the other without reservation. Life is short, but sensation is long.
I seek someone who exults in surrender, in offering her mind and body for intense use, from ass play to orgasm control, an odalisque seeking to get lost in (sub) space through obedience, crops, spanking, face fucking, and more, more more. Did I mention "more"?
You can check over all my likes and dislikes but those are only a rough guide. I didn't come down from Mt. Sinai with them and they're not the ten commandments. The sort of D/s and BDSM I crave recognizes that those tastes aren't an end in themselves but a kind of catapult to devouring and absorbing each other, transcending body until you can feel you will float away on what we do. Domination is about one person getting what it wants and needs from the other person. Submission is the other way around. (That's a joke, for the irony-challenged. Please do not be irony-challenged.)
I want the physical acts that turn into something as deeply intense and as electrifying as a violet wand, the way that Aldous Huxley put it:
"I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
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