Your darkness is a symphony

September 16, 2018

Your darkness is a symphony
Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise
If they refuse to applaud you
It isn’t because your music isn’t beautiful
It is because they have no idea how to love what they don’t understand
And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world

Christopher Poindexter

pain tells me that I am loved

September 16, 2018

Hanging around the office

By any standard pain is powerful, but for a masochist it is even more potent. Pain can unlock the mind, or shut it down. For a masochist, it can quiet the loudest of thoughts, and leave in their place the echoes of affection.

Sadness, for most, will mean that they need to be held until the tears stop. When other women are angry they may need space to cool off. Perhaps when they are frustrated they need time to think, and work through the problem.

But that isn’t what I need. I need pain.

For a masochist, for me, pain can heal. Do I want to be held? Yes, of course. I need to feel the firm pressure of your arms around me, and your soft words whispered against my ear. I need you to hold me and tell me that it will be okay, to talk me back to reason, and remind me that this too shall pass.

But first, I need you to pull me over your knee and warm my skin with the touch of your palm. I need you to coil your hand around my neck until my sorrows fade to black. To tie me down and multiply my tears until there are none left to be cried. I need you to drown out my inner monologue with the floods of pain.

Not because I’ve been bad, not because I shouldn’t be sad, not because you don’t want to hold me, but because you know that your hand on my skin is affection. Because you understand that the lingering heat, the sharp sting, and the aching marks your hand leaves in its wake, still my mind. They remind me that despite the storm, I am yours. Because you know that the pain tells me that I am loved, and some days the voice of pain is the only one I hear.

Pleasurewhore
The Power of Pain

sexual fantasy

September 16, 2018

Giovanni Gasparro

A few months back I met with a man who told me about his sexual fantasy involving oral sex with honey-soaked Rice Krispy treats. There’s something about the texture, he explained, that would enhance the experience. A woman I met in New Orleans shared her fantasy – she imagined herself licking chocolate off of a man’s leg “stump” after amputation. I wish I could try it…I can’t stop thinking about it. Another client shared his ultimate sexual turn-on involving urine-soaked cinnamon buns during sadomasochistic sex with his wife. Needless to say, his wife was not entirely on-board with this idea. She said she’d try it…if it weren’t for the smell. – God, I love my job.

Dr. Suzana E. Flores
Sexual Fantasy

the eroticism of connecting

September 16, 2018

People often forget the eroticism of connecting through mind and spirit. The way a body tingles when its soul has been stroked by another’s. The comfort when someone not only understands you, but feels you.

Meredith Marple
50 Ways of Self-Love: creating the most meaningful relationship

go deeper and deeper

September 16, 2018

You have to look back at all those bad words, bad metaphors, everything started wrong, and then see how it came into being, the slow progress of it, because you’re always fighting to find out what it was you want to say. You’ve got to go deeper and deeper each time. You wonder why you didn’t drown at the time – deeper and deeper.

Anne Sexton
Interview in No Evil Star

taught to kiss

September 16, 2018

You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we remember what we were taught.

Boris Pasternak
Doctor Zhivago