My favorite therapist used to say that until we learn the intended life lessons, the tests will keep coming around and showing up. Sometimes we’re tested in the same way or sometimes differently, but the same lessons keep coming until we learn them.
I think I hopped up on my soapbox last night and you might think I’m looking for the perfect robot, not a human. I can say this...
As I've made quite a few new friends on Facebook and other online spaces, the request to see my face often comes up-- not as much as requests for other parts of my body but certainly often enough.
Tonight, you weren’t fine, and I felt your pain. Tell me. Don’t tell. I’ll just stay in my lane. We keep hurting each other. Our unintentional flow. The truth cuts so deep, and we go blow for blow.
He kissed her lips lightly, then licked at their fullness. When she kissed him back, a fire ignited and he bit her lower lip.
In general, pain sucks. If you've ever spent time at a hospital they ask you to rate your pain with a likert scale so that they can determine how to eliminate it. When you're in so much pain, it can be hard to relax and hard for your body to heal. But, pain can also teach us many things.
Blink once, what to do? Right swiped for those eyes. Mind open, golden rule, you took me by surprise.
A few weeks ago, I took the BDSM test and learned that I am 84% submissive. This didn’t surprise me. I’ve always really enjoyed encounters where the men in my life take the lead, but also respect that I have a good brain and solid opinions. That said, it always takes a few challenges to said “men in my life” in order to earn my trust and respect.
Do you remember, Sir? That night, you became my Dom and I was terrified to disappoint you.
I think my bratty tendencies probably flare up in instances where I'm testing my lovers' trustworthiness.