sheisreeds
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I've always gone straight for hippo, since my teens many relationships started the morning after with the boy asking if I was actually ok with everything that happened, so yeah. My current relationship wasn't much different, except that we actually went out a couple of times before we got intimate. And oops I forgot to mention the kink thing since I kinda thought I must have said something . . . and we went straight for crazy. I took him to his first dungeon party maybe two weeks later? We proceeded to try and drown each other in the hot tub for a good part of the night. Within a week of that first day there was a running bet that one of us would end up in the ER, by some sheer force of serendipity that hasn't happened in the past 6 years. However, over the past 17 years that hippo has gotten needier, bigger, and batshit crazier. We gave it all we got right at the start, but we now have so much more of it. /a short hippo break and a comedown later Where was I? The shit I used to do is kid's play compared to now, it is tame, downright normal shit. And I had a permanently stretched labia, sprained my back and hip, had my back ripped open multiple times, been suspended, had eaten fire, and a whole host of other nonsense before this relationship. 6 years later we've evolved into a completely different species, one bent on it's own demise through chokeholds, stabbing, severe head trauma, or what's most likely is something we haven't thought of yet. Yesterday we actually were joking around about how we would every find another satisfying relationship if ours met with some terrible demise. Now that we're used to expressing love by trying to kill one another. I don't envy anyone in that situation. At this point the hippo would probably need a year or so to get completely out of the pen. And neither of us are wired for slow burns, so I guess that's reason enough to keep one another alive and mostly happy for now ;) /randomly beating the crap out of one another ended by him squealing in a high pitched voice because his balls were smashed in-between my toes if I would stop if he got us ice cream Where was I again? Oh, yeah, I guess my point is it is important to not only have a relationship that maintains the hippo but helps it grow. What excites me most is where we're going to go next, how the hell are we going to raise the stakes this time? No matter how you go about it when getting into a relationship it's important to assess not only whether or not there is room for the hippo, but also whether or not there is room for the hippo to get infinitely bigger. I rather measure my life not by how disturbed I am today, but rather how much more disturbed I will be tomorrow. And no matter how hard we try we bring all of who we are into a relationship, and what we don't share creates distance, and what is left unfulfilled creates bitterness. I need my hippo loved and nurtured fully and unconditionally, it is a part of me, a rather LARGE part of me. Same goes for him I need to love and nurture that hippo, and I am so god damned happy and fucking thankfully everyday that our hippos play so violently well together.
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~ s. Oh my darling, give me reason give me something to believe in You need a spankin' baby!
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