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When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love? At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first, I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.” ― Anaïs Nin, Fire: From A Journal of Love "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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ali It is beautiful! I believe love can exist separate to sex! The latter is helpful but not necessary....and Yes! I know I am saying this on an Adult Sex Site! A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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I love this picture !
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There is sex and kink, two thing separate best consumed together. And there is love... that huge amorphous word that encompasses everything like a blanket, but is far from inclusive. Flowers might be love, or drive safe. Beyond love there is intimacy... the sound of breathing while she sleeps, or the smell of her hair. And beyond that is cherished. I have collared one woman in my life and I have cherished one woman in my life: and that is not co-incidence. And if when it was broken we sputtered on for a few years it was because the fumes left in the tanks of that particular rocket fuel are potent. So I believe Ms. Nin had the right of it: real love is slavery, perhaps with a collar... perhaps not. Either way it is not just the submissive who gets bound by it. Sorry for the long answer - I hope it does not scare away your Trophy Gallery of Talking Penises - but I grok this one. xx /ɡräk/ understand (something) intuitively or by empathy. Sorry, I had to look that one up. Thank you, again, for taking the time to understand exactly what I meant. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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There is sex and kink, two thing separate best consumed together. And there is love... that huge amorphous word that encompasses everything like a blanket, but is far from inclusive. Flowers might be love, or drive safe. Beyond love there is intimacy... the sound of breathing while she sleeps, or the smell of her hair. And beyond that is cherished. I have collared one woman in my life and I have cherished one woman in my life: and that is not co-incidence. And if when it was broken we sputtered on for a few years it was because the fumes left in the tanks of that particular rocket fuel are potent. So I believe Ms. Nin had the right of it: real love is slavery, perhaps with a collar... perhaps not. Either way it is not just the submissive who gets bound by it. Sorry for the long answer - I hope it does not scare away your Trophy Gallery of Talking Penises - but I grok this one. xx
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11/18/2019 8:12 am |
Wow! Intense words and stunning pic!!
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love is a strange thing
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This is just lovely. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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