Musing

The addictive elixir of submission.

Why clothing is sexier than nudity; why lace is hotter than cotton; why fishnets appeal….

I torture myself.

Infantile wounds leave me vulnerable to the annihilating terror of ceasing to exist.

My mother abandoned me….

When Marina behaves badly, I want to hurt her. Well, not hurt her. But I want her to suffer. And I don’t want to suffer. And, I want her to stop behaving badly. Marina – for all her virtues – consistently behaves badly, in one particular way.

For me, the best sex has a little sadness in it.

Same song, different day, AGAIN.

Same song, different day.

That’s all.