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.

thealphawithin:

Let’s see how strong your bite is tigress.

romanticsir:

I love you infinity @restless-gypsy-heart ♥♥♥

curvalicous1:

thegingerpowers:

Find the one but more importantly find the one in yourself.

💞

firefly-flashes:

“Mine,” he said quietly, no hint of gentleness or uncertainty in his tone. 

The ropes that he had wrapped around my body were snug, but not painfully tight, a gentle reminder of his control rather than a punishment. They made my skin come alive, and when he pushed me down on all fours, head down, ass in the air, every vulnerable spot bared to him, I felt as if I should have been afraid, but there was no room for fear when he was in control, nor for doubt or hesitation. 

He stroked his hand along the small of my back and I shivered. He was so strong, so cool…and I was so…so naked. 

“Stop thinking,” he demanded, as if he could see the thoughts whirling through my mind. “Your body knows who it belongs to. Don’t fight it.”

He gripped my hips and pulled me back, grinding my bare ass against the hardness of his cock through his trousers. He was right, of course, and there was nothing to do but close my eyes and let everything else go. 

He saw the moment when my fists uncurled and my breath sighed out slowly, and I could hear the pleased smile in his voice, the dark promise of things to come.

“That’s right,” he said. “Mine.”

art-of-domination:

They woke up that morning wrapped up in each other, their bodies comfortably entangled with one another, the warmth of each of them radiating onto the other.  

He looked over at her, kissing her cheek first then slowly working his way down her neck. She closed her eyes and drank in his mouth, sinking deeper into him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

His mouth worked back up towards her ear lobe, gently nibbling on it, his voice soft and sensual.  “I want to take a bath with you.”  She opened her eyes and looked at him, a small smile crossing her lips as she nodded her head.  

“Good.  Let me get everything ready.  You relax”, he said as he got out of bed and began to fill the tub.  She lay back and closed her eyes, relaxing as the sound of running water filled her ears.  Her mind drifted to their weekend together, how much fun it had been, how much chemistry they had, there was an electricity from the moment they had met up.  She was thinking about his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at her, a way that she couldn’t quite put into words, but always made her squirm ever so slightly.  She had never met anyone like him before, someone who seemed to understand her on both a primal level and a deeply emotional one.  He could sometimes read exactly what she was thinking.  No one had ever been able to articulate things quite the way he sometimes did. Her train of thought was interrupted by the soothing tenor of his voice.  “Come, baby”, he said as he held his hand out for her, admiring her as she rose off the bed, her nude body sliding out of the sheets.  He embraced her once she was standing, kissing her softly on the lips, finding himself always wanting more of her delicious mouth.  

Hand in hand they went into the bathroom and slid into the tub.  She slid in in front of him, enjoying his hands and they began to explore her body, washing her gently, her body enjoying the subtle arousal the sensual attention was bringing her.  He took the shampoo and began to wash her hair, massaging her scalp lovingly, enjoying the way she felt and the sigh that accompanied his fingers working into her hair.  Looking at her, he knew at that moment that he would do anything for her, that he wanted to be by her side, to make her happy in whatever way he could.  He had been looking for someone to make him feel this way for a long time.  Someone who got him in every way.  Someone who seemed to be able to satisfy him and comfort him, two things that were not related, yet so deeply related.    

His hands continued to lather her, as they made the occasional small talk, but mostly they remained quiet, together in their minds and hearts their bodies against each other, content and warm.