Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

Fall for a woman who makes you uncomfortable. One who feels completely at home in her own skin, in her own company. One who's familiar with her faults and is always a flight risk. It's much harder to hit moving targets, especially the ones learning on the run - always learning, always running. Fall for a woman who has a list of books she's promised herself to read. And a woman who knows where to leave her teeth marks on you. One who has a fire in her belly and passion to fuel it.

Fall for a woman so beautiful inside that you can't help but stare at who she is. Fall for a woman who is multidimensional. Who has levels and layers, dark corners, and curves you must explore. Fall for her intricacies and her strange ways. Don't fall only for her looks - fall for what the rest of the world continues to overlook.

Fall for someone better than you someone who will work with you in lockstep. When you find her, fall all the way. And let her know it's safe to do the same.

Then, no matter what,

don't let her down.


by J. Raymond
I ran across this quote again today, and decided it's time to just repost it.
 
Fall for a woman who makes you uncomfortable. One who feels completely at home in her own skin, in her own company. One who's familiar with her faults and is always a flight risk. It's much harder to hit moving targets, especially the ones learning on the run - always learning, always running. Fall for a woman who has a list of books she's promised herself to read. And a woman who knows where to leave her teeth marks on you. One who has a fire in her belly and passion to fuel it.

Fall for a woman so beautiful inside that you can't help but stare at who she is. Fall for a woman who is multidimensional. Who has levels and layers, dark corners, and curves you must explore. Fall for her intricacies and her strange ways. Don't fall only for her looks - fall for what the rest of the world continues to overlook.

Fall for someone better than you someone who will work with you in lockstep. When you find her, fall all the way. And let her know it's safe to do the same.

Then, no matter what,

don't let her down.


by J. Raymond
This is very specific and rather accurate, right down to the books and the teeth marks. Ok, universe, I’m listening….
 
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“The moment is everything. Don’t think about tomorrow; don’t think about yesterday : think about exactly what you’re doing right now and live it and dance it and breath it and be it.”
Wendy Whelan, American Ballet Dancer
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Art : Tania Sharma Sonar
 
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There is nothing like the peace I can find kneeling in front of you, my body curled around your leg, your hand on my head.
I'm where I belong. My heart rate slows. My body heats to you. I am yours darling. Your subby girl. Your good girl. Your naughty girl. Your slutty sub. @Mrtenant
 
Possession is….

A fingertip on a shoulder, a warm breath on a neck, fingers twisting a lock of hair, a nail moving slowly up an arm, a whispered word, an arm brushing past a nipple, a thumb brushing down a spine, to that spot. Yes. That one.

Possession is a wink across the room, a raised eyebrow, a soundless word, a gentle smile, an evil grin, the motion of a hand, a simple understanding that rarely needs restating in any obvious way.

A state of mind, possessed, deliciously so in every way. On both sides. The beauty of two-way traffic, give and take. Mind and body. Gentle and brutal. Every shade of the spectrum covered.

Because sometimes possession is a different hand. A firm, uncompromising grasp. Flesh not caressed, but explored, probed, taken. No questions, no hesitation. Knowing fingers posting a reminder. “Mine.”

Oh yes, possessed, and it will show, or should I say be felt. One swift hand, one whispered word. They mean so much more.


words: M. / Her Liege
 
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Possession is….

A fingertip on a shoulder, a warm breath on a neck, fingers twisting a lock of hair, a nail moving slowly up an arm, a whispered word, an arm brushing past a nipple, a thumb brushing down a spine, to that spot. Yes. That one.

Possession is a wink across the room, a raised eyebrow, a soundless word, a gentle smile, an evil grin, the motion of a hand, a simple understanding that rarely needs restating in any obvious way.

A state of mind, possessed, deliciously so in every way. On both sides. The beauty of two-way traffic, give and take. Mind and body. Gentle and brutal. Every shade of the spectrum covered.

Because sometimes possession is a different hand. A firm, uncompromising grasp. Flesh not caressed, but explored, probed, taken. No questions, no hesitation. Knowing fingers posting a reminder. “Mine.”

Oh yes, possessed, and it will show, or should I say be felt. One swift hand, one whispered word. They mean so much more.


words: M. / Her Liege

Possession is a wink across the room, a raised eyebrow, a soundless word, a gentle smile, an evil grin, the motion of a hand, a simple understanding that rarely needs restating in any obvious way.

This darling especially. This is how it starts. The way such small gestures call me to you, and pull that red thread taut.
 
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