limerentgirl
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Holy moly, exactly. Only I'm coming at it entirely sideways. I am just now emerging from my closet/crysalis, completely raw from a lengthy marriage that was abusive, and VERY! hesitantly looking to unfurl my wings in this particular slice-of-life. My story (and apologies so long): I have always swung sub, and have always liked a bit of ruff-play. I doubt that I'll ever be anyone's 'slave' per se (lol hope that sassy statement doesn't come back to haunt me), because I am a strong personality, and both love and deserve being treated like a princess by a strong dominant daddy-type. I'm also picky as h3ll: I'm a "stud-muffin", which I don't know if that's anyone's term but mine lol: I'm a very curvy girl who is into big, buffed men (a plumper who likes'em pumped! a bbw who goes for buff!) -- and let me tell you how hard THAT wishlist is to fill! I was forever being told that as a "fat chick" -- remember, last time I was single was the late 80s, and this entire world where bbws run proud and folks are openly, happily and successfully in relationships of all flavors effectively didn't exist, thank you for the internet AMEN -- I had no right-to or expectation-of finding the kind of guy who turned me on, that I had to take what I could get and be grateful for it -- and wasn't that what a sub did? Ah the naivete of youth! So what did I do? I married the guy you are talking about -- the big, brash bohunk guy. Oh yah he had the guns, and he was dominant alright, but it only took a few years into marriage to discover that his ideas of dominance were founded in some pretty serious misogyny. My trust was crushed, my kinky fantasies twisted fearfully, and I finally had to step back, disengage and go through the painful process of getting out. And even that became a weird, but much more inward journey, as over the last 4+ celibate years (yep, count'em: read it and weep for me, children), I've had time-and-to-spare to think about the things that happened that I hated, the things that I barely got a taste of, the things that I liked, and ohh, the things that kept me up at night with my hand between my legs -- and to work on separating all that experience and potential from that particular person. Time to read-read-read online, to lurk in communities. Time to chat-up quite a few guys who thoroughly disturbed me, even more who just didn't "click" for myriad reasons, and one-or-2 who were decent people. Time to play a little all by myself, which while lonely was also a learning experience. All of which distills down into a still-not-entirely clear but certainly strong tendency to being a sub in a relationship, to whatever degree. The devil is in the details of what sort of sub, because there are so many flavors. I need precious treatment, both because I innately deserve it as a decent human being and a girly-girl, but also specifically because of the damage and baggage I bear. I need someone deeply compassionate and tender who still knows how to go to the Other Places that I crave. I need to be protected and to bond, even as I am made to beg for sweet, body-racking release. And having chosen so very badly before, I am completely paranoid. What's to keep me from making the same mistake again? Will "mentors" turn out to be users? How do I know who and how to trust? How do I pace a developing relationship instead of falling headlong? I am a good person, but I have made badly flawed choices. How do I not fly right the h3ll into the maddest flame I can find, to slake these years of pent-up desire? I don't want to self-immolate but oh god do I want... My nickname is not lightly chosen: I do crush, I crush hard. And that makes it all the more difficult to make sane choices because my mind gets aswirl with such heady emotions, it makes it so hard to focus, to think about the sensible things. Just the want remains. LOL I need the Dune Litany Against Fear for limerence! And brownie points to yalls who understand that. But it's so hard because the want drives me and it does not want "no." And part of me just wants to play right now: Relationship? I've been in a cage for d*mn near a decade and I want some fun! But that way lies madness and getting my heart broken, my azz handed to me. I'm not really built that way, much as I do love the thrill of the hunt, the mating dance, the moments before that first kiss, gad that heat... In my saner self, I know that the best for me would be to be-with someone who will let me play that way, who will give me a good long leash with his firm grip on it. Who might let me just kiss a guy sometimes, just because I can...and then remind me why I want his hand on the leash... I need to learn trust again, from a man who deserves my trust and respect. I need to learn how to fill my needs while not being a filthy whore (unless/until daddy says so). An impossible wishlist? It sometimes seems that way. So sisters, and gentlemen, I am at your feet to learn and try not to burn. Teach me! Thank you so much. ~
< Message edited by limerentgirl -- 6/18/2010 11:59:30 AM >
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