Loving is another way of giving yourself to someone. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable to someone emotionally is really all there is left to give, once flesh has been yielded, and when even words fail to capture the tormenting drive to be even closer yet. Knowing, and more importantly, letting someone else know, that they have this power over you may be the single most precious gift we each have to give someone so deserving.
On the other extreme, a prisoner of war or some poor interrogated soul feels himself victorious if he DID NOT yield his will and did not acknowledge the need for the torture to stop, despite what was happening to them. I hate to show such a contrast, but this inner acknowledgement of need is something really precious, and in the end, all we have left.
As Brit and I kissed two days ago, minutes before she left, she traced my lips with the juices I had welled between her legs, and she looked into my eyes as pictured above. We did not talk much. There was nothing to say. We had said it all over the previous days, and still felt unable to fully communicate what we wanted except in the fashion you see pictured.
When someone looks at you like this, they are telling you many things. They are telling you they need you, they are telling you they are open to you, they are telling you they want to give you anything they can to make you happy. They are telling you they love you.
I do not see sadness in this picture, as Brit does [I think I look sad and miserable and, well, awful in these pictures. -Brit]. I see a look that makes me so proud to own her. And with her gift I feel stronger than I was before. I feel the urge to protect her, from the world, and from herself. I want to see her laugh in a crowd and still see that look under it all in her eyes. After a long day, a tearful breakdown, a triumph; all these things would be empty without a glimmer of what I saw in her face shining up at me in this moment. It is my responsibility to be there to see it and to acknowledge that I see it in those glassy brown eyes. It is my responsibility to show her how it makes me feel, knowing that she is giving me what another Dom could NEVER merely just beat out of her. Seeing that look makes me want to give the same. She has given me the most precious gift.
And I accept.
-Profligacy
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Such emotion captured in these pictures…lust, contentedness, happiness and yes, some sadness, but I assume the sadness is due to the fact that your time together was so short.
Fantastic.
This is one of the most amazing statements I've ever read.
Beautiful post. Your words are poetic and filled with love.
Britni – you don't look awful darling!
Awwwww *sighs happily*
I'm so happy for the both of you.
Ah Brit….*Sigh* You're seeing the bad in those pics, and he is seeing the love and devotion. Look at these sometime as if they were not you, but looking at another person and maybe you'll see it too.
The whole darn thing is just so sweet and awesome and drives home to me the fact that, while I love him dearly and consider him my best friend, I didn't choose so wisely for my first Dom. And that maybe when I'm ready, another try won't land me the same heartache.
Profligacy, I'd disagree about not seeing sadness, but I'm pretty sure it was based in the knowledge that Brit would have to leave the situation that filled her with such love and appreciation in the first place. I'm very happy that the two of you have found each other. You make her happy (and, most importantly, respect and value her as a human being). That is so incredibly important and wonderful to see.
This is such a beautifully written post. The 2 of you share something special. Brit you are a lucky woman and he an equally lucky man.
xo mina