The All Inclusive Calendar of 2008

[graceanne]

April 27th - words of Kajira Callista

My 2 cents








Never ever standardize an opinion on a subject as vast as this one. It makes things smell bad around here.

A serious discussion about BDSM and weight

 

[graceanne]

April 28th - words of myinnerslut

im in the position of being the person that is entering the family with kids. for the past six months i have been involved in their lives, and they have been involved in mine. they arent my kids, and i have no illusions that they are (hell, i was 12 when the oldest was born, they physically CANT be my kids). even so, i respected them immediately, and very quickly grew to love them.

since im not planning on going anywhere relationship-wise, the plan is for the kids to be raised in a three adult family. note i didnt say three parent family. it is a two parent and one godmother family. i am not nor will i ever try to take the place of their mother. but as their god-mother, they still need to listen to me if i ask them to do something, and we all respect each other.

there will come a point with any child where they realize that there is world outside of thier home. they will start to realize that people and families around them are different. that the neighbors down the street have a different skin color, or that the people around the corner have only one kid unlike their family of four children. they will realize that other families have one or two adult figures in the household not three. but as children growing up in a three person household while this realization will be made, it will not be a shattering force that divides thier self and family image. children grow up in many types of families, and unless the family unit was dysfunctional, they have no reason not to grow up any more or less functional themselves.

Poly Families with kids?

 

[myinnerslut]

thanks

i didnt even think anybody saw that post

 

[Netzach]

Nobody can really say to what degree a donkey might enjoy fucking a crack whore but it doesn't exactly constitute good husbandry.

Velvet Darkness.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Ok, guilty.

 

[Netzach]

Ok, guilty.

No no, it's fucking brilliant. Made my day.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

April 30th, the words of eastern sun:

As a "slave" I cannot ask him to change for me, but I can try to change. I cannot expect him to make me happy, but I can take the actions that will make us both happy. I cannot find a better world in someone else's bed or in my fantasies of what could be, but I can make a better world by learning what it really means to love another imperfect person. I understand that some people prefer separating sexual "slavery" from love. But speaking only for myself, I have given my life to this man. And I could not live without love.

From: The marks of a slave.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

May 1st, the words of BiBunny:

One mark of a slave is the vulnerability and the soul-deep need to make him happy. It's knowing your heart and quite possibly your life are in his hands. It's the utter lack of self-preservation you feel in his presence. It's knowing that if he handed you a knife and told you to slit your own throat, you'd do it, all the while praying you were dying to his satisfaction and leaving your windpipe intact when you sliced, so you could apologize for bleeding on the carpet.

Another mark of a slave is knowing him so well and trusting him so deeply that while you know he realizes this about you, you also know he would never ask.

From: The marks of a slave.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

May 2nd, the words of eastern sun:

There was a period that I spent with a crazy smile on my face, and a puppydog pant, waiting to be told what to do. He would get incredibly frustrated by my inactivity. And I would feel like he wasn't really appreciating my willingness to serve him.

I remember the moment I figured out that I wasn't really serving him by waiting to be told what to do. I needed to engage in a far more complex and difficult enterprise which included learning him, learning myself, acknowledging limitations, trying to stretch them, and all the while checking to see if I was on the right track.

Life is full of trial and error. If we embrace it, we'll learn what works.

From: Is initiative a four letter word?

 

[VelvetDarkness]

So many wonderful posts recently! I'm having a splurge.

May 3rd, the words of eastern sun:

Ah. The exuberance of youth. (she smiles and sighs wistfully) How things change as we grow older and the house fills with kids. . .

We married in our mid-twenties.

Just around that time, he caught me reading porn in a small-town train station. This was in the days before the internet . . . and I found this blank brown paperback on the magazine rack with the most sordid stuff I'd ever seen.

We sat side-by-side in hard plastic chairs, reading silently together, as his arm moved across my shoulder and his hand dropped onto my breast and my fingers tightened their grip on his thigh. All of a sudden, he took the book away from me and led me outside.

There, in broad daylight, in back of the station, he pulled down my jeans, and fucked me, hard, as I leaned against a stack of crates that threatened to fall over.

I remember turning my head and watching a train come down the tracks. A switchman running out to push the lever. How bright the sun was. How bare my ass felt.

For a moment I caught a glimpse of what we might look like from the train. The cock of my hips as I tried to stay balanced, one of his hands on my hips, one hand in my hair.

It was so fucking hot I couldn't believe it was part of my marriage.

I thought marriage was something staid and formal. Something orderly and stable. Not this wild . . . stolen . . . in-your-face moment.

As vulnerable as I felt, though, I also felt safe. We were tucked into the background. Camouflaged by the junk around us. I trusted this crazy mother-fucker.

We'd already decided by then that we were together until death, and I remember thinking it would be one helluva ride.

And now, more than twenty years later, our life together is orderly and stable, with steady jobs and PTA meetings, decisions we made for the benefit of the kids.

But I'm still getting fucked behind the train station when he steps into our bedroom and I realize he's got something in mind that I can't predict, and don't want to.

From: The marks of a slave - as above.

 

[Etoile]

April 30th is just beautiful.

 

[Etoile]

May 4th - words of ownedsubgal

unlike most, i have never drawn this big bold line between D/s and M/s. the terms Dominant and submissive to me describe core personality traits, and a D/s relationship by my definition would be a relationship between a person who is Dominant by nature and a person (or persons) who is submissive by nature. one does not need to be a part of or even aware of "the lifestyle" in order to be in a D/s relationship. many, many traditional-type vanilla relationships are D/s.

now M/s i have always considered to be one TYPE of D/s relationship. it is a relationship where one person leads, and another follows (hence the D/s), but more specifically the follower in an M/s union is an owned piece of property, entirely subject to the will of the one who leads, the Owner/Master.

my Master is Dominant by nature, as i am submissive...which makes us D/s. but he is also my Owner, making us M/s as well. an analogy that could be used would be to view D/s as one's race or ethnicity (say: black), and M/s as your particular country of origin (say: liberia).

From the thread Real differences or is it just semantics?

 

[ataxia.girl]

May 5th - words of VelvetDarkness

I will not be the whipping bitch for the inner demons of weak and insecure men.

From: Using Manners When Giving Commands

Thanks Velvet

 

[ataxia.girl]

May 6th - Words of Marquis

I think the idea is to communicate your full range of emotional states with your partner.

Most of us are taught that if we have nothing nice to say, we should say nothing at all. Needy little subs don't like this though, they want to experience the good and the bad. It can be difficult to be so engaged with your partner, but can be very satisfying when you have the courage.

From: Treat em mean, keep em keen

i liked the "needy little subs" part... like how it didn't feel like he thought that was a bad thing

 

[rinka]

May 7th

Dear X,

All I want to do is write about your mouth.

And all the rest of it, of course, your whole quite thoroughly perfect form and the way it arched so high you bore my weight, and then the way you held so perfectly still.

Astounding. Your hypnotized face, as you hung on the edge, half-frustrated, half-trusting, not knowing for sure that I know you well enough to take you there, not sure, but hungry enough to try me. Hungry enough to surrender to my hands. Here in the first moments, still learning you, I do have this: I am inexorable. I will overwhelm you. I will insist. I will be undeniable. Your body will give in to me, sooner or later. And I am in no hurry. None at all.

Was it worth it, there at the end? Or at least, at that first ending, when you stared straight into my eyes as you came, when it seemed to move on and on and on? Was it worth the wait, and the trust?

But all I want to do is write about your mouth. How perfectly it's shaped, and how that cupid's bow of your upper lip curls open and up, in ecstasy, in desperation. Seeing that, knowing how sensitive your mouth is, how can I not think constantly about all the ways to change the shape of that mouth, those juicy lips with their cruel and luscious curves? How can I not imagine them around my fingers, slick and moving? How can I not think about... well, I think you know.

In this movie from that night, the one I watch over and over in my mind now, your head rocks back with the slap, the heaven and hell, and your eyelids flutter as you try to stay focused on my face. I loved making you look me in the eye, and seeing how you struggled to keep your eyes open, how they kept rolling back as my hand moved. How your face shifted madly, between desperation and confusion and greed and need, between plaintive hunger and something like fear, the suspense I kept you in, for so long.

No, sweetmeat, no, my magnificent toy, my tricked out little jet plane, it's of course far beyond role, far beyond any sort of title or name. If Dom and sub, slave and owner, are not terms that appeal, then let me invent others. I am the Devourer and you are the feast. I am the Possessor and you are the owned one. I am the Adventurer and you are the treasure. I am the Sculptor and you are the marble monument. I am the Archaeologist and you are the rare artifact. I am the Triumphant and you are the prize.

Let it be that, for just a little while. You are worth Owning. You'll bloom so sweetly under my hand. Later, later all the rest of it can be true too. But right now, let me bask in this overwhelming pleasure of Total Privilege. Let me own your wrist, your neck, your skin. And that mouth.

Gods, that mouth.


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