How, When and Where he Wants. Always

A piece of me...

I write. A lot. More than anyone knows. It calms me. Soothes me. Clarifies those things I cannot seem to grasp. Words on paper - or in my mind - sometimes bring the puzzle pieces together. And for that, I am forever grateful.
Here is what I wonder today. Women have a tendency (good or bad is yet to be determined) to fall head over heals for men. We become entrapped in their very essence. They consume us. Turn us into blabbing, sometimes blubbering, nonsensical beings. We crash land in some unknown place that we have no map to. And sometimes, we don’t even know why.
But then there are those times when we move slow. We meet someone. They become our friend. Our companion. Our shoulder and sounding board. Before we know it, or even sometimes before we even realize it’s a possibility, that “friend” turns into something greater. We find ourselves thinking of them more than anyone else. We miss them when they aren’t near. We wonder how it would be to say goodnight to them while looking into their eyes.
When this unexpected occurrence takes place, we sometimes turn into that nincompoop I mentioned earlier. I understand that. Other times, it is something completely different…
What I don’t know, and what has me somewhat consumed lately, is this… Is there a man alive who loves as deeply and truly as a woman might? Not in the way you’re probably thinking right now. I don’t mean does he treat her well, buy her flowers, want to spend time with her. I mean in this sense:
Does he wake and she immediately comes to mind.
Does she enter his thoughts and take her time leaving when he’s in a store and sees something that reminds him of her.
Does he wonder how her day is going.
Is the only thought on his mind, getting home to her.
Does she take precedence over everyone else - keeping realistic life in mind of course.
Does he lay in bed and ache for her, replay their time together, impatiently wait for their next meeting.
Does he scream to the world (metaphorically, or not), “I love this woman and am so very thankful for having her!”
Does he eat, breathe, see, inhale, feel, want, need, crave and desire all of her.
Does he understand and know with his heart, that one woman can be all he needs.
Because truth be told - this is what a woman in love can feel. He becomes part of her; it’s as though they meld into one in her heart. If there are other men in the world, she doesn’t see them.
Tell me, does a man such as this exist? If you were to ask me, I am certain of the answer.

I write. A lot. More than anyone knows. It calms me. Soothes me. Clarifies those things I cannot seem to grasp. Words on paper - or in my mind - sometimes bring the puzzle pieces together. And for that, I am forever grateful.

Here is what I wonder today. Women have a tendency (good or bad is yet to be determined) to fall head over heals for men. We become entrapped in their very essence. They consume us. Turn us into blabbing, sometimes blubbering, nonsensical beings. We crash land in some unknown place that we have no map to. And sometimes, we don’t even know why.

But then there are those times when we move slow. We meet someone. They become our friend. Our companion. Our shoulder and sounding board. Before we know it, or even sometimes before we even realize it’s a possibility, that “friend” turns into something greater. We find ourselves thinking of them more than anyone else. We miss them when they aren’t near. We wonder how it would be to say goodnight to them while looking into their eyes.

When this unexpected occurrence takes place, we sometimes turn into that nincompoop I mentioned earlier. I understand that. Other times, it is something completely different…

What I don’t know, and what has me somewhat consumed lately, is this… Is there a man alive who loves as deeply and truly as a woman might? Not in the way you’re probably thinking right now. I don’t mean does he treat her well, buy her flowers, want to spend time with her. I mean in this sense:

Does he wake and she immediately comes to mind.

Does she enter his thoughts and take her time leaving when he’s in a store and sees something that reminds him of her.

Does he wonder how her day is going.

Is the only thought on his mind, getting home to her.

Does she take precedence over everyone else - keeping realistic life in mind of course.

Does he lay in bed and ache for her, replay their time together, impatiently wait for their next meeting.

Does he scream to the world (metaphorically, or not), “I love this woman and am so very thankful for having her!”

Does he eat, breathe, see, inhale, feel, want, need, crave and desire all of her.

Does he understand and know with his heart, that one woman can be all he needs.

Because truth be told - this is what a woman in love can feel. He becomes part of her; it’s as though they meld into one in her heart. If there are other men in the world, she doesn’t see them.

Tell me, does a man such as this exist? If you were to ask me, I am certain of the answer.

(Source: ridiculouslikeshit, via myredbike)

It’s your responsibility to keep me safe. My trust now belongs to you. You’re the sole keeper of my heart. Remember that.
Every single inch is felt…. shhhhhh….. go slow.

Every single inch is felt…. shhhhhh….. go slow.

(via livinginhalfshadow)

I will always remember how you taste.

I will always remember how you taste.

(via sexual-feelings)

This is how you own a woman.

This is how you own a woman.

(Source: the-erotic-woman, via darkerdaysofmeandhim)

"I’ll be back in five minutes," he said. "If you can free yourself, you’ll control this evening. If not, I hope you’re ready for a very, very long night."

"I’ll be back in five minutes," he said. "If you can free yourself, you’ll control this evening. If not, I hope you’re ready for a very, very long night."

(Source: kinkysalon, via sirnovemberrain)

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

—   

Kurt Vonnegut (via lioness-fireheart)

I wonder about this sometimes. It’s frustrating as fuck that so many people have axes to grind. People change. Circumstances change. Isn’t life about trying to find something that fulfills you and makes you smile every single day? Isn’t it about having that one person who becomes your safe haven?

To hell with everyone else. They shouldn’t be able to give you what your safe haven can; if they do, maybe you’re with the wrong person.

But that’s what life is all about - finding that one. That true love that gives you all you want AND need. So while you’re hunting for it, if you break hearts along the way - or even get your heart broken - isn’t the search worth it when you find him/her?

Don’t let the naysayers break you down. Don’t let the shit stop you from finding the one. Be you. Always. Because when you find what you’ve been missing all this time, you’ll want to go into it as the true you. No one is worth being someone else for…

(Source: psych-facts, via misdirectedenergies)

Lay down baby… It’s my turn to drive.
Here kitty, kitty
herliege:

Is this the beginning or…
We know that submission is a beautiful, voluntary act. We do not need whips, chains or ropes to find our submissive at our feet. They will kneel there, happily,without force or coercion, if we get this right.
And we do not need a leash or chain to have them follow our guidance, our lead. Ropes need play no part in this.
And yet…. we like our ropes, for some it is the aesthetic of rope work, for others the process of tying and being tied. For some it’s simply a form of bondage.
A form of denying someone freedom and giving them even greater freedom in return. Allowing them to surrender completely, with total abandon to their deepest desires and feelings.
The beginning, perhaps… and a means to an end.
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words: M. / Her Liege   -   image: Kelly Angard  -  please leave credits intact

herliege:

Is this the beginning or…

We know that submission is a beautiful, voluntary act. We do not need whips, chains or ropes to find our submissive at our feet. They will kneel there, happily,without force or coercion, if we get this right.

And we do not need a leash or chain to have them follow our guidance, our lead. Ropes need play no part in this.

And yet…. we like our ropes, for some it is the aesthetic of rope work, for others the process of tying and being tied. For some it’s simply a form of bondage.

A form of denying someone freedom and giving them even greater freedom in return. Allowing them to surrender completely, with total abandon to their deepest desires and feelings.

The beginning, perhaps… and a means to an end.

.

words: M. / Her Liege   -   image: Kelly Angard  -  please leave credits intact

All my favorite things rolled into one. How lovely….
You are what I long for

You are what I long for

(Source: egoabsolvovos)

myredbike:

Forever your protection
Slide your tired body against mine and rest your weary head on my chest. Let me wrap my arms around you. Nothing will happen while I’m here to protect you. No one can reach you or touch you. You’re safe when you’re with me. Now you are.
Breathe. Sigh. Cry. You don’t have to hold back. With me you can be yourself. You can do it all. I will listen. I will talk. I will be quiet. Whatever it is you need I will do it. Let me make it all better for you. I will take your worries and your stresses and make them disappear. Let my body absorb your pain. Let my heart take away your fears.
I’m here for you when my skin melts into yours just like I am when the cruel distance rips at our hearts. I always will be. So confide in me. Believe in me. Trust me. If you do, then I will give you forever. That’s my promise. Anything less will not be enough.
Now come and lay yourself on me and let me engulf you. Let me do what I was meant to do. Let me protect you!
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

myredbike:

Forever your protection

Slide your tired body against mine and rest your weary head on my chest. Let me wrap my arms around you. Nothing will happen while I’m here to protect you. No one can reach you or touch you. You’re safe when you’re with me. Now you are.

Breathe. Sigh. Cry. You don’t have to hold back. With me you can be yourself. You can do it all. I will listen. I will talk. I will be quiet. Whatever it is you need I will do it. Let me make it all better for you. I will take your worries and your stresses and make them disappear. Let my body absorb your pain. Let my heart take away your fears.

I’m here for you when my skin melts into yours just like I am when the cruel distance rips at our hearts. I always will be. So confide in me. Believe in me. Trust me. If you do, then I will give you forever. That’s my promise. Anything less will not be enough.

Now come and lay yourself on me and let me engulf you. Let me do what I was meant to do. Let me protect you!

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: italianlady2)

Simply beautiful
I waited so long for you…