With his hand down my pants:
"You're glowing."
(incoherent noises from my part)
"You're a tiny bit flushed. (grins) You seem a little in heat. Could that be?"
(Which was the point at which I learned that I can shrug while lying down.)
Post-meeting phone call:
Me: "You know, when you left, I was a bit disappointed."
"Why that?"
"Because you left with scratch marks all over and that bruise on your arm and everything, and I had nothing.
(pouts) It's just - I want souvenirs, too."
"Ah, okay. Well, next time I'll file my nails sharp."
"Mmmmyes. Sounds good to me. [...] You know, that nail thing reminds me of Anthony Kiedis's dad. He was quite the party animal and he and his crowd used to take a lot of coke. And they let their pinky nails grow out and filed them into a perfect coke spoon shape."
"You'd have to take care then, though."
"Aw, no problem, he had a nail shorter than the others. And when little Anthony asked him why, he told him that was so he wouldn't hurt his girlfriends."
"You don't need to keep your nails, short, y'know, it's all about the technique."
"Sure, but think of it - what if you're really loaded? You won't want to care too much about your technique then."
Gems like these come from Anthony Kiedis's autobiography "Scar Tissue", btw.
Mittwoch, 3. August 2011
Dienstag, 2. August 2011
Why Do I Always Meet the Perverts?
This is in no way a complaint. I am deliriously happy about this. Let me just give you a few examples of how I seem to attract like-minded people:
- M., my first boyfriend ever, who introduced me to basically everything I am fond of now, from PnP roleplaying to a lot of stellar Goth artists to the concept of polyamory/open relationships to biting and scratching and fighting and being restrained and sending people over the edge by playing with them until they beg you to stop and then beg for more.
- A now good friend of mine, whom I met in a park. After two hours of chit-chat we started talking about Shibari. Out of the blue.
- FY, the guy I had over a few weeks ago.Yes, the one I met after the end of the world. And I thought he was flirting like someone into BDSM, or at least, like a freak. Turns out I was right. We didn't have sex (as in, anything that involved genitalia except him having his hand down my pants - partly because of my habitual monthly hemorrhagia and partly because I didn't want to do more) but we did make out a lot. With him pinning down my wrists over my head, in a very respectful way - I did feel the pressure, but if I had panicked and wanted to get out, I would have been able to without any problems. When he left, his back was full of scratches, he had bite marks on his shoulders and a bruise on his upper arm - and I had four or five tiny bruises scattered over my thighs and nothing else. I was a little disappointed. I love souvenirs. When I told him, he offered to file his nails to tips for our next meeting.
Also, when we talked on the internetphone yesterday, he volunteered to bring some rope and a blindfold when we meet the next time. Yes sir. Yesh! I win!
- The Street Etherite, someone I met via a rather small Internet board (the SD board from now on, because I poke around on several boards) on which all the people seem to know each other IRL and at least half of them used to be together or have casual sex. I do like the crowd there. A lot of very friendly, geeky and slightly crazy RP-loving people. Sometimes more than just slightly crazy.
The Street Etherite is exactly ten years older than me. I think he doesn't know that our age gap is that big. I plan on telling him (and shocking him) when we meet in a month at the board meetup. Also, we flirt a lot via skype. And I mean a LOT. And quite straightforward. I have no idea if (and if yes, how much) I would be interested in him if I had met him IRL. But I enjoy the game we play, maybe even more than it would be good for me. He does seem like an OK and trustworthy person when we break the flirt/hunt/come-hither-game illusion for some heart-to-heart talk, but I'm just not sure. Yesterday he showed me his jingle things via webcam (jingle things = not his genitalia, but restraining stuff that can jingle, in this case two pairs of leather cuffs, a length of chain and a pair of metal handcuffs). I did want to know about them and it just came up in conversation.
My inner masochist/submissive is salivating. And like I said, we definitely flirt in a way that reminds me of power play or sometimes even power exchange. I am probably one of the most recalcitrant submissive you will meet - I cannot and therefore won't let anyone dominate me that can't demonstrate me his ability to do so. And I do enjoy telling him rather straightforward things (like that I noticed the colour of my lipstick today would match his leather cuffs) or dolling myself up for our Skype sessions or putting on a little show while seemingly oblivious to what I look like. I like to play ... (for lack of a better word) tainted, at times, and I love it when he tells me I smile like a maniac plotting something elaborate and inscrutable. I do, btw :)
I still need to take care, though. Even though he told me that we'll see what happens when we meet, and whatever we will do or not do will be okay - he is ten years older than me and a lot more secure about what he wants and how. And I am only just starting to discover myself and others and the games two people can play together if they want to.
And then we start flirting and I start riding the waves and everything happens dead fast.
See what I mean by "always meeting the perverts"? Have you ever experienced something similar?
- M., my first boyfriend ever, who introduced me to basically everything I am fond of now, from PnP roleplaying to a lot of stellar Goth artists to the concept of polyamory/open relationships to biting and scratching and fighting and being restrained and sending people over the edge by playing with them until they beg you to stop and then beg for more.
- A now good friend of mine, whom I met in a park. After two hours of chit-chat we started talking about Shibari. Out of the blue.
- FY, the guy I had over a few weeks ago.Yes, the one I met after the end of the world. And I thought he was flirting like someone into BDSM, or at least, like a freak. Turns out I was right. We didn't have sex (as in, anything that involved genitalia except him having his hand down my pants - partly because of my habitual monthly hemorrhagia and partly because I didn't want to do more) but we did make out a lot. With him pinning down my wrists over my head, in a very respectful way - I did feel the pressure, but if I had panicked and wanted to get out, I would have been able to without any problems. When he left, his back was full of scratches, he had bite marks on his shoulders and a bruise on his upper arm - and I had four or five tiny bruises scattered over my thighs and nothing else. I was a little disappointed. I love souvenirs. When I told him, he offered to file his nails to tips for our next meeting.
Also, when we talked on the internetphone yesterday, he volunteered to bring some rope and a blindfold when we meet the next time. Yes sir. Yesh! I win!
- The Street Etherite, someone I met via a rather small Internet board (the SD board from now on, because I poke around on several boards) on which all the people seem to know each other IRL and at least half of them used to be together or have casual sex. I do like the crowd there. A lot of very friendly, geeky and slightly crazy RP-loving people. Sometimes more than just slightly crazy.
The Street Etherite is exactly ten years older than me. I think he doesn't know that our age gap is that big. I plan on telling him (and shocking him) when we meet in a month at the board meetup. Also, we flirt a lot via skype. And I mean a LOT. And quite straightforward. I have no idea if (and if yes, how much) I would be interested in him if I had met him IRL. But I enjoy the game we play, maybe even more than it would be good for me. He does seem like an OK and trustworthy person when we break the flirt/hunt/come-hither-game illusion for some heart-to-heart talk, but I'm just not sure. Yesterday he showed me his jingle things via webcam (jingle things = not his genitalia, but restraining stuff that can jingle, in this case two pairs of leather cuffs, a length of chain and a pair of metal handcuffs). I did want to know about them and it just came up in conversation.
My inner masochist/submissive is salivating. And like I said, we definitely flirt in a way that reminds me of power play or sometimes even power exchange. I am probably one of the most recalcitrant submissive you will meet - I cannot and therefore won't let anyone dominate me that can't demonstrate me his ability to do so. And I do enjoy telling him rather straightforward things (like that I noticed the colour of my lipstick today would match his leather cuffs) or dolling myself up for our Skype sessions or putting on a little show while seemingly oblivious to what I look like. I like to play ... (for lack of a better word) tainted, at times, and I love it when he tells me I smile like a maniac plotting something elaborate and inscrutable. I do, btw :)
I still need to take care, though. Even though he told me that we'll see what happens when we meet, and whatever we will do or not do will be okay - he is ten years older than me and a lot more secure about what he wants and how. And I am only just starting to discover myself and others and the games two people can play together if they want to.
And then we start flirting and I start riding the waves and everything happens dead fast.
See what I mean by "always meeting the perverts"? Have you ever experienced something similar?
Samstag, 9. Juli 2011
Baby Steps, Falling In Love After The End Of The World, Too Many Parentheses
So ...
My sleep cycle is fucked up beyond belief - again. It is raining and there is a beautiful thunderstorm outside, I am sitting here at 0310 in front of my laptop happily typing away and listening to the thunder and Tineoidea (an excellent conceptual album by a not-so-obscure-any-more German Goth band called Samsas Traum - if you care, look them up. The bandleader has evolved into a jerk over the years, but I still love their older stuff).
I ordered "The Ethical Slut", something I meant to do for years ever since I read about it in an article somewhere on teh internetz. I have no idea if I am actually a poly person or just scared on missing out on something if I settle with only one person. Could be both. Fact is, open (or rather potentially open) relationships have played quite a big role in my love life so far, and now that the earth has settled on the grave of my previous one, I feel ready to explore this way of life/way of loving on my own terms.
I have always felt kind of attracted to a life in the fashion of Anais Nin or [I can't remember their names for the love of whateverisholy] - multiple lovers, with each of whom you have an unique relationship. Not casual sex, I think, rather a system of people I really feel attracted to, that enrich my life in various ways - and vice versa. I need to build trust and get to know people before I can jump their bones.
I am quite an open person and I like to think of myself as giving or generous with my affection.
If there is someone I want to hold or hug or kiss, or if there is someone that makes me swoon with his words (I tend to crush on verbose people. A lot. It is not even funny any more.), I want to be able to act upon whatever fancy it is that strikes me. I would feel bad for any person that I am supposed to be exclusive with, and I would feel bad for myself if I had to hold myself back.
On the other hand, if I would have an actual poly or open relationship, I think even if I knew that I was allowed to make out (or more) with people other that my significant other (what a dumb word, as if there could be only one significant person at a time in one's life), I would be consumed by guilt.
One question I tend to ask myself over and over - where does cheating begin? There is, for example, one guy in my life that shares my language fetish in a way I have never encountered before. Not only is he really verbose, he also is obsessed with foreign languages. Also, he is the first person I meet that can appreciate little gems like the fact that there is a Czech verb (utopít) that sounds almost like "utopia" - yet means "to drown".
Talking to him is like sex for my brain. It is awesome, entwining thoughts and exchanging poetry or just plain stupid jokes creates a stream of consciousness that is like an endless session of really wonderful kisses.
I think I don't want to get physical with him, so to say, other than friendly gestures like a hug or a cuddle or a pat on the head. But still (maybe because I know that he seems to be in love with me in a certain way) I would feel like cheating on my partner, if I were in a monogamous relationship with someone else. Even though it's not "technically" cheating. What do you think, where does cheating start? Where does sex start?
I have spent years and years feeling incredibly hideous and undesirable, and similarly scared of men. It has been only lately that I learned that not only I am not repulsive, but that there are actually people out there who are CHARMED by that overly curvy (that sounds weird) slightly psychopathic (I love to joke about blood and gore and all things not PC) nerdy language-infatuated long-haired over-analytical Gothy writer womangirl with the autistic sense of humour that I have turned out to be. Also, I tend to get romance all wrong.
It intoxicates me. I get high on being liked and loved and admired. I am not used to it and I hope I will never be.
It is just the greatest thing in the world to notice that you don't need to be someone else to be wonderful. Because I tried and I sucked at it.
OK, enough of my narcissism here.
The main reason why I have been thinking about all this a lot is - as it says up there - that I am in love. Not the "I want your babies and I want to put a ring on your finger and I want to wake up next to you and cage you FOREVER" kind of love.
More like the "You make LRP props and the sides of your head are shaved and you are tattooed and have wonderful long hair, and you kissed me until my head was full of swirlyness and you make my kind of jokes and listen to my music and held a foam knife to my throat while we made out because it just fitted - and I WANT TO JUMP YOU and talk to you forever (if forever is like one long day that never ends until I want it to because I need a break sometimes, dude)" kind.
I met him at a Fallout inspired LRP event the morning before the game started. We connected more or less instantly and I wanted to kiss him even then, but I didn't dare. Even though we swapped a shoulder rub against a hand massage, and it was rather obvious that he was interested in me.
Three days later at the Party To End All Parties (or, more accurate, the end of the convention) we met again, danced a little, talked a lot, shared some liquor and bummed cigarettes off each other. And flirted like the dorks both of us are at heart, until we ended up spending what was left of the night kissing and making out on a chest that once contained cruise missiles.
I left with a silly grin that evening, and I have not been able to wipe it off my face ever since. We started chatting a few days later, and he will come to visit in about ten days.
I still am scared. And I still want to jump him, even though I have next to no experience. It is nice, though, that by now I allow myself to think about what I want to do to him and what I want him to do to me. Fantasizing about people is .... mmmmm, no comment.
The most awesome thing is that he confessed he is a "goddamn coward without alcohol", which means that I get to battle my insecurity and make a move on him instead of the other way round :)
I want to be the one that kisses him first when he comes to visit, instead of him initiating it.
My sleep cycle is fucked up beyond belief - again. It is raining and there is a beautiful thunderstorm outside, I am sitting here at 0310 in front of my laptop happily typing away and listening to the thunder and Tineoidea (an excellent conceptual album by a not-so-obscure-any-more German Goth band called Samsas Traum - if you care, look them up. The bandleader has evolved into a jerk over the years, but I still love their older stuff).
I ordered "The Ethical Slut", something I meant to do for years ever since I read about it in an article somewhere on teh internetz. I have no idea if I am actually a poly person or just scared on missing out on something if I settle with only one person. Could be both. Fact is, open (or rather potentially open) relationships have played quite a big role in my love life so far, and now that the earth has settled on the grave of my previous one, I feel ready to explore this way of life/way of loving on my own terms.
I have always felt kind of attracted to a life in the fashion of Anais Nin or [I can't remember their names for the love of whateverisholy] - multiple lovers, with each of whom you have an unique relationship. Not casual sex, I think, rather a system of people I really feel attracted to, that enrich my life in various ways - and vice versa. I need to build trust and get to know people before I can jump their bones.
I am quite an open person and I like to think of myself as giving or generous with my affection.
If there is someone I want to hold or hug or kiss, or if there is someone that makes me swoon with his words (I tend to crush on verbose people. A lot. It is not even funny any more.), I want to be able to act upon whatever fancy it is that strikes me. I would feel bad for any person that I am supposed to be exclusive with, and I would feel bad for myself if I had to hold myself back.
On the other hand, if I would have an actual poly or open relationship, I think even if I knew that I was allowed to make out (or more) with people other that my significant other (what a dumb word, as if there could be only one significant person at a time in one's life), I would be consumed by guilt.
One question I tend to ask myself over and over - where does cheating begin? There is, for example, one guy in my life that shares my language fetish in a way I have never encountered before. Not only is he really verbose, he also is obsessed with foreign languages. Also, he is the first person I meet that can appreciate little gems like the fact that there is a Czech verb (utopít) that sounds almost like "utopia" - yet means "to drown".
Talking to him is like sex for my brain. It is awesome, entwining thoughts and exchanging poetry or just plain stupid jokes creates a stream of consciousness that is like an endless session of really wonderful kisses.
I think I don't want to get physical with him, so to say, other than friendly gestures like a hug or a cuddle or a pat on the head. But still (maybe because I know that he seems to be in love with me in a certain way) I would feel like cheating on my partner, if I were in a monogamous relationship with someone else. Even though it's not "technically" cheating. What do you think, where does cheating start? Where does sex start?
I have spent years and years feeling incredibly hideous and undesirable, and similarly scared of men. It has been only lately that I learned that not only I am not repulsive, but that there are actually people out there who are CHARMED by that overly curvy (that sounds weird) slightly psychopathic (I love to joke about blood and gore and all things not PC) nerdy language-infatuated long-haired over-analytical Gothy writer womangirl with the autistic sense of humour that I have turned out to be. Also, I tend to get romance all wrong.
It intoxicates me. I get high on being liked and loved and admired. I am not used to it and I hope I will never be.
It is just the greatest thing in the world to notice that you don't need to be someone else to be wonderful. Because I tried and I sucked at it.
OK, enough of my narcissism here.
The main reason why I have been thinking about all this a lot is - as it says up there - that I am in love. Not the "I want your babies and I want to put a ring on your finger and I want to wake up next to you and cage you FOREVER" kind of love.
More like the "You make LRP props and the sides of your head are shaved and you are tattooed and have wonderful long hair, and you kissed me until my head was full of swirlyness and you make my kind of jokes and listen to my music and held a foam knife to my throat while we made out because it just fitted - and I WANT TO JUMP YOU and talk to you forever (if forever is like one long day that never ends until I want it to because I need a break sometimes, dude)" kind.
I met him at a Fallout inspired LRP event the morning before the game started. We connected more or less instantly and I wanted to kiss him even then, but I didn't dare. Even though we swapped a shoulder rub against a hand massage, and it was rather obvious that he was interested in me.
Three days later at the Party To End All Parties (or, more accurate, the end of the convention) we met again, danced a little, talked a lot, shared some liquor and bummed cigarettes off each other. And flirted like the dorks both of us are at heart, until we ended up spending what was left of the night kissing and making out on a chest that once contained cruise missiles.
I left with a silly grin that evening, and I have not been able to wipe it off my face ever since. We started chatting a few days later, and he will come to visit in about ten days.
I still am scared. And I still want to jump him, even though I have next to no experience. It is nice, though, that by now I allow myself to think about what I want to do to him and what I want him to do to me. Fantasizing about people is .... mmmmm, no comment.
The most awesome thing is that he confessed he is a "goddamn coward without alcohol", which means that I get to battle my insecurity and make a move on him instead of the other way round :)
I want to be the one that kisses him first when he comes to visit, instead of him initiating it.
Montag, 30. Mai 2011
Introduction
Hello World.
For those who know me IRL, it would be either shell-shock-inducing to see me starting a sex/kink (or, at this point, rather: potential sex/kink options I like to think about) blog - or simply the next logical thing for me to do.
For me, it's both, really.
I got the idea for it from the lovely blog of Holly Pervocracy, mainly. If she can write about what gets her going, both in the head department and lower down, and thus creates a little more awesomeness in this world (that runs desperately low on awesomeness, btw) - hey, there's no reason for me to hold back. I need an outlet anyway.
I am Barely Legal (tm), age-wise, I have finished high school and currently live abroad in a remote Eastern European country that in my experience few people outside of East and Central Europe know about, other than "it has to be somewhere over there, right?". I am of German origins and I'll go back to Germany in order to go to university as soon as I'm finished here - I'm doing a gap year, working in a nursery home and learning the language of this country which I didn't speak at all when I came here.
It is easy to derive from these facts that English is not my mother tongue, so if I make mistakes or use weird/misunderstandable expressions, don't be too harsh on me. You can and should tell me, though, I won't be exactly happy that I did things wrong but I'll try to swallow my ginormous ego and correct them :P
I chose to write in English because I suppose to attract a larger spectrum of readers, English obviously being the lingua franca of our times (also, readers, ha ha on me - this is a fledgling blog, after all), then, because I hope to be able to build up a rapport with people that don't speak my mother tongue and wouldn't be able to understand me would I write in German - and also because it is easier for me to talk or write about naughty business of any kind in a foreign language.
I am quite insecure when it comes to bodies (especially mine) and all that has or could have to do with it. I need to detach myself from what I am talking about, I need to forget that this is about me and my fantasies, or else I'd be swamped by the conviction that "OMG I am talking about ME, [person on the receiving end] will look at me and combine what I just said with what I look like and be even more disgusted OMG!"
(It sounds really stupid now that I write it down and it's definitely something I should work at.)
Using another language usually does the trick for me, as I take a step back. I don't spout raw fantasies any more, I have to wrap them up in another language, and the bit of conscious and abstract thinking that thus is needed somehow makes me feel less vulnerable.
I speak English rather fluently and expression is vital for me, so English is my language of choice for this because I can express an exact aspect of a thing I'm thinking about, without having to clumsily search for words.
Also, English, with its short words, its "cool" and laid-back attitude (I supposedly see it that way because German colloquial speech, especially among young people, does borrow quite a few English words) and its pronounciation - it is easy to mumble or just coolly drop a remark without having to move our mouth a lot or speaking up - is quite perfect if I want to talk about something I don't want myself to notice that I'm talking about. Seems like I ate up quite a lot of sex-negative propaganda, hook, line and sinker.
This blog is one of my attempts at regurgitation and getting rid of it. This is the vomitorium.
Oh, and I'm a language nerd, hearing someone with a nice voice talk in any Slavic language makes me weak in the knees, I suppose myself to be a switch and bisexual (talk about indecisive - and I say I suppose because maybe it will change later on in my life), I like Gothic subculture, their outlook on life, music and a lot of the clothing. I'd call myself a Goth but that reminds me of those Gother Than Thou people which I don't like - also, there are so many Goth stereotypes in the heads of people and I don't conform to all of them so I wouldn't want you to automatically assume I do.
I love teh internetz and "they" as a 3rd person singular gender-free pronoun. I love webcomics and long hair and instant cocoa in cold milk and non-preachy vegans and military-strength fabric. I love army blankets and my cat and being grabbed at the wrists and pinned to the wall with my hands over my head and a man's faces mere inches away from me, with an ever-so-light smile just barely discernable in the corners of his mouth and the eyes of a maniac. I love books and rope and martial arts and a good brawl.
I love nights spent awake and nights on the town, provided they're spent in the right corners of the town. I love seeing someone under me, restrained and helpless and scooting about and trying to get away from me, and the expression on their face when they lose themselves in what I do to them when I mix pain with pleasure to the point they don't know whether they want me to stop or go on forever, and HARDER.
I love life and silliness and geekery and deep thoughts.
I am a mixed blessing.
For those who know me IRL, it would be either shell-shock-inducing to see me starting a sex/kink (or, at this point, rather: potential sex/kink options I like to think about) blog - or simply the next logical thing for me to do.
For me, it's both, really.
I got the idea for it from the lovely blog of Holly Pervocracy, mainly. If she can write about what gets her going, both in the head department and lower down, and thus creates a little more awesomeness in this world (that runs desperately low on awesomeness, btw) - hey, there's no reason for me to hold back. I need an outlet anyway.
I am Barely Legal (tm), age-wise, I have finished high school and currently live abroad in a remote Eastern European country that in my experience few people outside of East and Central Europe know about, other than "it has to be somewhere over there, right?". I am of German origins and I'll go back to Germany in order to go to university as soon as I'm finished here - I'm doing a gap year, working in a nursery home and learning the language of this country which I didn't speak at all when I came here.
It is easy to derive from these facts that English is not my mother tongue, so if I make mistakes or use weird/misunderstandable expressions, don't be too harsh on me. You can and should tell me, though, I won't be exactly happy that I did things wrong but I'll try to swallow my ginormous ego and correct them :P
I chose to write in English because I suppose to attract a larger spectrum of readers, English obviously being the lingua franca of our times (also, readers, ha ha on me - this is a fledgling blog, after all), then, because I hope to be able to build up a rapport with people that don't speak my mother tongue and wouldn't be able to understand me would I write in German - and also because it is easier for me to talk or write about naughty business of any kind in a foreign language.
I am quite insecure when it comes to bodies (especially mine) and all that has or could have to do with it. I need to detach myself from what I am talking about, I need to forget that this is about me and my fantasies, or else I'd be swamped by the conviction that "OMG I am talking about ME, [person on the receiving end] will look at me and combine what I just said with what I look like and be even more disgusted OMG!"
(It sounds really stupid now that I write it down and it's definitely something I should work at.)
Using another language usually does the trick for me, as I take a step back. I don't spout raw fantasies any more, I have to wrap them up in another language, and the bit of conscious and abstract thinking that thus is needed somehow makes me feel less vulnerable.
I speak English rather fluently and expression is vital for me, so English is my language of choice for this because I can express an exact aspect of a thing I'm thinking about, without having to clumsily search for words.
Also, English, with its short words, its "cool" and laid-back attitude (I supposedly see it that way because German colloquial speech, especially among young people, does borrow quite a few English words) and its pronounciation - it is easy to mumble or just coolly drop a remark without having to move our mouth a lot or speaking up - is quite perfect if I want to talk about something I don't want myself to notice that I'm talking about. Seems like I ate up quite a lot of sex-negative propaganda, hook, line and sinker.
This blog is one of my attempts at regurgitation and getting rid of it. This is the vomitorium.
Oh, and I'm a language nerd, hearing someone with a nice voice talk in any Slavic language makes me weak in the knees, I suppose myself to be a switch and bisexual (talk about indecisive - and I say I suppose because maybe it will change later on in my life), I like Gothic subculture, their outlook on life, music and a lot of the clothing. I'd call myself a Goth but that reminds me of those Gother Than Thou people which I don't like - also, there are so many Goth stereotypes in the heads of people and I don't conform to all of them so I wouldn't want you to automatically assume I do.
I love teh internetz and "they" as a 3rd person singular gender-free pronoun. I love webcomics and long hair and instant cocoa in cold milk and non-preachy vegans and military-strength fabric. I love army blankets and my cat and being grabbed at the wrists and pinned to the wall with my hands over my head and a man's faces mere inches away from me, with an ever-so-light smile just barely discernable in the corners of his mouth and the eyes of a maniac. I love books and rope and martial arts and a good brawl.
I love nights spent awake and nights on the town, provided they're spent in the right corners of the town. I love seeing someone under me, restrained and helpless and scooting about and trying to get away from me, and the expression on their face when they lose themselves in what I do to them when I mix pain with pleasure to the point they don't know whether they want me to stop or go on forever, and HARDER.
I love life and silliness and geekery and deep thoughts.
I am a mixed blessing.
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