There is a certain activity that great lovers have a problem doing with their partners, not just in the vanilla world but also in the lifestyle. Good lovers tend to consider their partners needs before they take their own and normally that is just how we bottoms love it.
Month: July 2018
My Daily Submission Information My submission is not simply something I do during scenes. Yes, it is at the fore of a scene unless it is primal. Primal is that wild animal sex where I let go of all my submissiveness and become a tigress. Sir is just as wild. He is the tiger to my tigress. It is purely sex. No binding, no … Read More Home Page Two
As my friends and followers have probably noticed I have not posted any new post in a few days. The truth is S. has gone for a while due to a family crisis. We are not sure how long for. I am fine on my own. I am not afraid like I used to be. I have plenty of things to do to keep me busy. But I miss him.
Subspace is a state of mind associated with BDSM activity. It is a pleasant state of mind that submissives love to experience. It is described as floating or feeling detached. A submissive can enter into subspace as a result of the sensations they get from their Dominant. It is a sense of intense focus, and a submissive can lose awareness of everything going on around them.
We circle each other around the fire between us, both of us seeing that look in our eyes. The fire emblazons the raging inferno that is our desire. It makes us pant, snarl and circle the fire. This can’t be contained nor smothered by words, as they are like water. The fire turns water to steam.
I have had the courage to look deep within my soul and lurking in the shadows was a savage. Picture a room that is black as jet and even though I wrenched the door open I could see nothing but a cloying, overwhelming, darkness. I could hear the snarls coming from within and for a while I was too frightened to look deeper. Deep, glowing amber eyes opened and the snarling grew louder. I was afraid and the temptation to slam the door closed swamped my mind. I am still clasping the heavy padlock. Then my backbone straightened and I refused to be cowed by this part of me.