Passion…

Almost all the posts here, are about our sessions…rarely, if ever, do i share the other side of our relationship. Mostly because it is private, but also because, it is the other side of things, not like the harsher side…it is a softer side. We all have one, those of us that practice BDSM on a fairly regular basis…but we don’t always share that side of ourselves. Perhaps, because it isn’t as interesting to read about…but for me, it is harder to write…to get the words just right.

The “just us” times, are most of the time, gentler, with just the hint of the other side…peeking through. We don’t have “just us” time often, so when we have the opportunity…we take full advantage of it. Most of the time, it is because one of us is too tired for a full session or we just don’t have the time for a session. Usually we joke around and call it a booty call…just sex…nothing else. Then there are times, when we plan to have “just us” time and it turns out otherwise…with me cuffed and bound to the cross, because, neither of us, could stop it from happening.

Somewhere along the way…we fell in love with each other. i remember the day, not the exact date, He said He loved me…and i said it back, with a skip in the beat of my heart. When we first started talking, i told Him i wasn’t looking to fall in love, that i really didn’t want to fall in love…but i couldn’t help myself. i fell head over heels…and every time i think about Him, i get wet…and He knows it. After almost two years together…i am that much more in love with Him. Sometimes, it feels as though my heart is going to bust…when i see Him. My whole body tingles when He is around…even before He touches me.

JB is a very passionate man…who knows what He wants, when He wants. He has a gleam in His eye, i have never seem diminish, in it’s intensity. The hands, that have the power, to hurt me just the way i like it…can also, be very tender and loving. The way His hands hold my face, when He kisses me…strokes my hair or just lifts my chin, to look into His eyes. The passions boils over and He takes what He wants from me…with a gentle forcefulness…that makes me drip. Sometimes, it feels as though, i haven’t given enough of myself, to Him…that i can’t meet His intensity. Although that voice in my head tells me otherwise, because He is still with me…that gleam in His eye, just as intense as it always has been. i am very lucky to have Him in my life…to know what true passion feels like, something i would have missed out on, had He not found me.

~ by lc on September 23, 2008.