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the-romantic-dominant:

Love

Real love. I may post a lot of things on this blog, but everything comes in second place to genuine Love.

The kind that makes you want to program a Pandora station of 80s power ballads so you can open your heart up a little bit more when you think about that special someone.

When you wake up in the morning, and you’re automatically in a good mood because you have allocated the first thought today about the passion you hold for someone.

The laughing you share when you let your guard down and act like a total pussy for this one woman. Everybody else gets to see the stoic calm character; but she gets to see somebody else.

When you care more about seeing her beautiful laugh and smile than looking like a sane person so you jump up on the counter at Target when she yells “the floor is lava” and everyone around you thinks you are an asshole except for the one person that matters.

There is no substitute in life to this. This is God’s greatest gift to us. If you lack it, go find it. It’s there. You just have to want it bad enough. We all have our excuses. Mine are coming out my fucking ears.

I imagine the sex would be life-shattering. Fuck, sex is already amazing anyways, but add in there a deep sense of love and it’s a whole new situation. I’ve been there before and I know how it can be. I know the inverse as well. We all do.

Love. It beats every other concept displayed on this blog by a fucking mile.

ladyclara42:

Feminism v D/s

(To my vanilla friends)

“I have rules to follow and obey, if I misbehave I’m punished, I mind my manners, my attitude towards him and do all I can to ensure he has his needs tended to and taken care off.”

If I said that out loud to someone they would interpret that as though I were some down trodden woman in an abusive relationship. At best a gaggle of women would plan an intervention to rid me of the atrocity I was suffering at the hands of a man, at worst the far right feminists of today would have a heart attack and a witch hunt would be underway to slay the terrible dragon that chains me to the kitchen sink and rescue me into the arms of a world where the heart of an Amazon warrior is tattooed upon my arm, as I stand side by side an army of female comrades to rid the world of these inferior men who pray on the weakness of a woman… Or something to that dramatic effect!

And If I were to add onto the end of that sentence “…And I live this way by choice.”

Well. I’d be shunned by my fellow sistren!

I would describe myself as a feminist, yet in order to be taken seriously it seems I have to be someone who contributes to the sciences, to the GDP, maybe have doctorates or hold some high level of social standing or worse, show the sisterhood how strong I am by having a brow beaten man at my side.

Is that what we have become? Intellectual snobs? Bullies?

To me feminism means to have the equal rights between the sexes, be it social, economic or political. This means that we have the same openings to education, the right to voice our opinion, the right to vote, to work, to live a life that we have chosen to live, born from our own decisions with no intervention or dictation from our male counterparts.

I am not denied anything life has to offer. I’ve been educated, have worked under the capacity of an employee and as an employer and even though my political views are not strong towards one particular side, as admittedly, I tend to flit between the two main parties depending on the current situation but the point is that the choice is mine to do so, as are all of the decisions I make in my life.

I’m not in a 24/7 D/s lifestyle but I want to be. It’s the lifestyle I choose to have for myself. To have a home life where I want to have dinner on the table, ready for when my man returns home, have his clothes washed, ironed and laid out for him ready for the next day, to run and be responsible for keeping our home clean, warm and loving, to tend to his needs and expectations and to follow his rules and guidance. I do not want to be dependant on him, I need my work to keep my brain active, to feel like I’m contributing, to also give me the social aspects that come from working and the many conversations that can be shared from having an existence outside of our home life.

However the dynamic works for myself and my desired future partner, I can say with 100% honesty that I will enter into this lifestyle of my own volition through my own power of choice and I will do so with the heart and manner of a true feminist.

So lay down your spears my warrior sisters, yes there are still many battles to be won but I assure you that the D/s lifestyle is not one of them.

the-romantic-dominant:

Your Eyes. The Light. The Heat. Your Eyes. I Am Complete.

There is a moment, several if you know what you are doing, when you are fingering or fucking or eating a woman and you receive a message, only conveyed through her eyes.

They say that 90% of all communication is non-verbal.

Obviously that is lame because there is no way to put a number on it, but I do think the point is accurate. I do believe that the majority of what she says to me, is in her face and body language. But when she can’t control her body anymore because of what I am doing to her, all she has left is her eyes.

The above GIF encapsulates what I am trying to say, when her eyes change.

A woman doesn’t even realize she is doing it either in the moment. But I see it. I understand the message.

Something different is happening in her body at this moment. Something intense. Sometimes it’s the onset of an orgasm. Sometimes it’s just hitting a new spot that drives her wild.

It’s an adorable message in her eyes. It’s when she goes from playful to serious. It’s when she goes from “ah” to “oooohhhh fuuucckk”.

I feed off of this look. I need another. I need a more intense one so I buckle down and step up my fucking game until that look is almost constant and she is squirming away but enjoying every second of me fingering or fucking her. I keep on, but more aggressively. More intense. Just more more.

This is why eye contact is so important for me. I am always reading the signs. Reading her internal feelings. So I can make the next move that much more intense for you.

the-romantic-dominant:

Reading Lips

When you can’t get control of the words. That’s the moment I am looking for. 

When your verbal capacity is being stolen by moans and screams and there is just no room for actual words.

Moaning. Screaming. Trying your hardest to use your words.

But you just can’t. Because the cock inside you feels so good. Hitting inside you deep. O spot is taking fire.
Cervix on alert. Your end is being reached, over and over and over.

If you talk, you think you just might lose this orgasm. So you shut up. And you just make noises. You just carry on with your noises.

And then you mouth it to me. No words. Just lips. “Fuck me, harder.” “Daddy, fuck me harder.”

I hear you, though I don’t hear you. I know what you want to say.

So I accommodate. Harder. Fistful of your hair and I go for broke on your little tight pussy until I see the epic rush wash over you.

And as you cum, and as I cum, I finally hear your words. They sound a lot like this: “How the fuck do you know how to do what you do?”

I guess I just got lucky.