write truthfully

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities… If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

 Rachel Carson –  The Sea around us

First sexual encounter

You spend masses of money on sexy bras and pants and end up having the first sexual encounter with the man of your dreams in a candlewick dressing gown and your old school knickers.

Arabella Weir – Does My Bum Look Big in This?

Winter is the best season for walking

This is the season when I start to believe that the beach is all mine, miles of windswept solitude that I can march along without encountering another soul. Nobody else seems to enjoy the cold or the bluster as I do. Winter is the best season for walking, as long as you can withstand a little earache and are immune to mud. Best are the coldest days when even that freezes solid and the ground crunches underfoot, firm and satisfying. A good frost picks out every blade of grass, the crenelated edge of every leaf. The cold renders everything exquisite.

Katherine May – Wintering: How I learned to flourish when life became frozen

desire, power, and dominance

I grew up in a female-dominated household, and it influenced my perspective on the world, and how I navigated relationships. I wasn’t necessarily that into BDSM sex before I became a dominatrix, but I was definitely interested in the idea of female dominance. Female dominance has always been my natural go-to.

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It’s only in the last three years that I’ve been able to say, “I’m a mistress, and I’m good at what I do.” Before that I was more uncertain. Like any other job, you only really step into it when you let go of the self-doubt and stop being so hard on yourself. Early on, I used to be quite hard on myself to deliver, but now I just try and approach things as authentically as I can.

The main thing I’ve learned from this job is how to frame desire, power, and dominance in a much healthier way. Particularly when you’re female, dominance is not seen as a good thing. But for me, being a mistress has been an incredible channel to experience desire, power, and dominance, in a way that is healthy, and in a way that I can accept within myself, and that others can enjoy.

Mistress Eva – Training My First BDSM Slave Helped Me Embrace My Bossy Side

The Past

Small light in the sky appearing
suddenly between
two pine boughs, their fine needles

now etched onto the radiant surface
and above this
high, feathery heaven —

Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine,
most intense when the wind blows through it
and the sound it makes equally strange,
like the sound of the wind in a movie —

Shadows moving. The ropes
making the sound they make. What you hear now
will be the sound of the nightingale, chordata,
the male bird courting the female —

The ropes shift. The hammock
sways in the wind, tied
firmly between two pine trees.

Smell the air. That is the smell of the white pine.

It is my mother’s voice you hear
or is it only the sound the trees make
when the air passes through them

because what sound would it make,
passing through nothing?

Louise Gluck

Fellatio

The moan that escaped his lips was fuel to my fire. Encouraged I kept him in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head before sucking hard.

Nicole Bedford – Choke

inner temple of the soul

All through your life, the most precious experiences seem to vanish. Transience turns everything to air. You look behind and see no sign even of a yesterday that was so intense. Yet in truth, nothing ever disappears, nothing is lost. Everything that happens to us in the world passes into us. It all becomes part of the inner temple of the soul and it can never be lost. This is the art of the soul: to harvest your deeper life from all the seasons of your experience.

John O’Donohue – Beauty

Science and pornography

Science is the ultimate pornography, analytic activity whose main aim is to isolate objects or events from their contexts in time and space. This obsession with the specific activity of quantified functions is what science shares with pornography.

J. G. Ballard – The Atrocity Exhibition

Seek and Ye…

“Where there is no love,
put love – and you will find love”

St. John of the Cross

But where it is – this promise of
reap-after-sow, get-after-give, find-after-look,
cheek-after-turn, rise-after-down, live-after-
not-happily-where it is
slipped in or slashed open
or stomped on or Where it is?
Elusive as air, as omniscience, as prayer
trip-tripping these clay feet
indefinitely; one glance of your askance
gaze, and the un comes clattering off
conditional just when I begin
hope-against-hope to believe
I can see.

Marjorie Maddox

I needed to be a Dominatrix

I was mean, damn it, or at least I wanted to be! I craved digging my fingers into my lover’s nipples. I was thrilled by tying and tethering and feeling them struggle beneath my thighs. I had a string of lovers with my signature permanently marked somewhere on their body. My predatory ego was not dissuaded. I needed to be a Dominatrix.

I needed this job, or else I’d really hurt someone.

Mistress Y – The Dominatrix Next Door