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reynardfox -> RE: Why it works for us... (6/2/2010 10:55:58 PM)
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It works for us because the passions we have and have had, would be too wild and destructive to survive the industrial tedium of what people think of as a normal life. We will go through a typical day of earning a living and being parents with three children feeding on the time and energy we have and then we find ourselves alone. Then I find my teenage love, there for me, available for the burning seduction and intense physical need for sensation I have had for her for thirty odd years.
The relationship is ageless, inexhaustible, all consuming and overpowering.
I have to hold her down, tie her down, bind her, savour her, taste her, devour her, use her, violate her, practically absorb her, I need to wring every last possible consession of erotic submission out of her, to take her that little tiny bit further down each and every new area that opens itself. I become a lover, an obsessive monster, a torturer, a tireless inquisitor, I have to know every little last sensation and thought she is having, how everything feels, what it means to her, what I mean to her. Then I can enjoy her submitting to me, playing my games, accepting the darker side of me inside herself, relishing relinquishing her control to me and revelling in the holiday from being in charge of herself.
Her haughty arrogance, her cold impassivity, her sheer strength of character, her intelligence and her lust all bind to her like a pair of strong legs around my hips pulling me into her. There are rooms inside her that I will never ever see, whole lifetimes of concepts that flit by like clouds. One lifetime is just not enough. Every single day and moment could not be anything other than a token gesture to the way she makes me feel.
I watch men and women fawn and grovel to her, seeing something of what I see, accepting the sides of herself that she shows them, knowing that what I get from her is completely different. We enjoy the joint activities of predation, the chasing, the hunting the wooing, the seduction, and then to share the submission of others to each other, to see in the eyes of the predator and the prey as one and feeling that both are there to share the experience.
Feeling her join in the submission of another woman to me, to combine herself with them to be just another pussy, just another mouth, just another chained pet, yet knowing that she owns me, like no one ever could, that's a thrill.
I watch her seduce another man, binding him in her own charming web, bewitching him till he gives up his own free will to her, then being tamed and drained and charmed into fulfilling her whims and pleasures and feel all the pride of the man with the falcon, the lion watching his mate.
It works because she fills my every waking thought. It works because we are Master and Slave, and that makes us more equal and more like twin souls that we could be otherwise. A psychic friend of mine once told me that she saw us, while sleeping in the image of a pair of lovers sleeping side by side, but with our spirits wrapped and coiled around each other like a pair of snakes.
You think we would calm down after thirty five years together? Not a bit of it, one day this will kill us.
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