the-romantic-dominant:

With or Without You

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I’m waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I can’t live
With or without you

U2, With or Without You

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I love romance. I guess I just love love. Always have.

This whole Tumblr Domfest sometimes rubs me the wrong way when I click on some asshats blog and I get the whole rundown on D/s, where the submissive woman’s perspective is never valued or considered, and she is determined to be a “fuckpig” that SirDomAlphaDipshit90210 decided she was.

Those guys just fucking irritate me. I am willing to bet that if Reuters got involved, they would find that they are more likely to have big trucks, small dicks, and high school class rings.

Nope. Give me straight up romance.

Mutual vulnerability.

That is when the submissive and dominant bond becomes beautiful to watch. Whether be in me, or somebody else, I just cannot help but appreciate it for the magic that is taking place when you witness it.

When my whole world becomes thoughts of you. When I wake, it is You. When I lay my head down, it is You.

Every thought in between.

You.

As I dream.

You.

Living through the midst of the best unhealthy habit you could possibly imagine, completely consumed by another person’s very existence.

Unable to function, without contact.

You guard against vulnerability your whole life. As a human, it’s a natural defense mechanism that keeps us sane and alive.

But with her, you offer up your vulnerability as a sacrifice, diving as deep as you can, never bracing for impact because you know backing away signifies distance, and distance is heart-wrenching to even contemplate, let alone live through.

As her lead, you break down her walls through encouragement of her submissive side. “Don’t worry, I have your best interest in mind. Just trust me to lead”, you repeat. She exposes her fears. No secrets exist. No words left unspoken. No walls. All gone.

Emotional submission. Emotional vulnerability. 

Then and only then is the physical manifestation worthwhile. The ambitious strong amazing little girl who just withstood your rough passionate anger and did it with a smile on her face because her trust in you worshipping her is a bedrock of her own sense of who she is. 

She doesn’t doubt. She knows.

Her natural reaction to resist is gone because she has an inherent trust that you developed by building her up, becoming her rock and showing her your strength while somehow still showing her your weak side. 

Every side you are, and every side she is, on display for each other through it all.

You are never a “fuckpig”. You are never lesser than. 

Ever.

You are my Babygirl. My Kitten.

The very idea of her leaving, levels him, and the very idea of her staying, levels him too.

When you just can’t live…

Without or Without You.