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Do you see her? The mature woman you think is attractive has her life together, is accomplished, and comes with the added bonus of purchase: she’s submissive. Jackpot, right? Well, yeah. But let’s unpack that a little. Look at her. She is, perhaps, married, or was. She may have and no help at home, or survived the -rearing and is now looking to new stages in her life. She may have an ex whose sole purpose in life is to score points off her, she may have an aging family to care for. Daily, she keeps several plates spinning at the top of tall reeds, and you better believe keeping those things spinning isn’t really an act of choice for her. If she lets them fall, they shatter spectacularly, and people look and gawk and judge her harshly for her failures. Look at her. She is in control at all times, because there are no choices. No alternatives for her, not until those delicious few hours when someone places a collar around her neck and leads her to a sanctuary. Until someone ensures that it’s okay to leave the reeds, the plates will spin on, awaiting her return. She revels in the mindlessness of no expectation other than acquiescence, the quietude of simply existing. That is her respite, her renewal. And if, during renewal, she might feel pleasure, so much the better. So much sweeter those achievements, those moments, those peaks. She knows to value each one. Look at her. She is, perhaps, a professional of some sort. She might manage people, or create things. Could be she is a force to be reckoned with, meeting deadlines and keeping the ship in its lane. Without question, she has been fighting her entire life for the same recognition you take for granted. She manages her life quite handily, and largely prefers it that way, saving for the moments that she would like to put all of it down, to step away. She revels in not being the steward of lives and lifestyles if only for a short time, entrusted only to the one person she can surrender herself and her stewardship. She looked long and hard for that person, and if that one is you, take note. Look at her. Careful, careful thought has gone into the placing down of those burdens. She has weighed the imperatives that others place upon her against her instinct to succumb to the siren call of tranquility. She has calculated, considered, and decided. There is a deliberateness to the action of transferring power. The reward meets the risk, and she is equal to the task. You are her partner in the exchange, and she has faith in your strength and trusteeship. Look at her. She has bent for you. Knelt, bent, allowed herself to be arranged, raised pink and tender places for your inspection and attention and your tools and implements. She has chosen the fluid exchange of energy, gathering strength from her suffering for you, taking your darkness into her, committing her flesh to the healing of both cell and spirit. She allows she chooses; she commits. Her will unleashes your own and in turn, your will keeps hers secure. Look at her. Struggle with the deviation from societal norms has left her vulnerable. She has sought out a place to give away, if only for a short while, her body, her conscious mind, and perhaps even a portion of her soul. With the shedding of her clothing, that nakedness runs deeper than the flesh. When she is wrapped in blankets and forehead kisses or later slipping into street clothes, she is quietly donning her protective garments of her every day. Look at her. Isn’t she fine? ~Unknown **Archive  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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8/21/2023 1:47 am |
a nice story ,,,loved reading your thoughts
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hot
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That reminds me of a song from the musical "Follies," to be sung by a mature woman: Who's that woman? I know her well, All decked out head to toe. She lives life like a carousel: Beau after beau after beau. Nightly, daily, Always laughing gaily, Seems I see her everywhere I go. Oh-- Who's that woman? I know I know that woman, So clever, but ever so sad. Love, she said, was a fad. The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of She'd have none of. Who's that woman. That cheery, weary woman Who's dressing for yet one more spree? Each day I see her pass In my looking-glass-- Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me! "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Excellent...thanks!  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Just Wow!  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Mature women have so much to give.......  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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she's always more than we imagine "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Wonderfully DESCRIPTIVE piece that gets SO many messages across to anyone that reads it! Thank you for sharing. I'm ALWAYS AMAZED by the photos you provide with your posts, as well! The LONG, LEAN, athletic builds of the women whose pictures you post are incredible, as if they're all from "Themyscira"... "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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great pic I see many beautiful women unfortunately the majority available are broken unstable way to guarded too far away to give it a chance! "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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That reminds me of a song from the musical "Follies," to be sung by a mature woman: Who's that woman? I know her well, All decked out head to toe. She lives life like a carousel: Beau after beau after beau. Nightly, daily, Always laughing gaily, Seems I see her everywhere I go. Oh-- Who's that woman? I know I know that woman, So clever, but ever so sad. Love, she said, was a fad. The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of She'd have none of. Who's that woman. That cheery, weary woman Who's dressing for yet one more spree? Each day I see her pass In my looking-glass-- Lord, Lord, Lord, that woman is me!
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Excellent...thanks!
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Just Wow!
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 Slave rick
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But she has come to understand that whatever their souls are made of, his and hers are the same. She pushes him away saying she has too much baggage . . He whispers come here, I'll help you unpack. Even though they may be the worst of the animals on the face of the earth, there is something endearing about that.
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Mature women have so much to give.......
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she's always more than we imagine
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8/3/2023 6:08 am |
Wonderfully DESCRIPTIVE piece that gets SO many messages across to anyone that reads it! Thank you for sharing. I'm ALWAYS AMAZED by the photos you provide with your posts, as well! The LONG, LEAN, athletic builds of the women whose pictures you post are incredible, as if they're all from "Themyscira"...
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Yes.
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great pic I see many beautiful women unfortunately the majority available are broken unstable way to guarded too far away to give it a chance!
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I too enjoy the picture Also the message
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I absolutely love this piece. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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