This commentary is beautiful. If you’re not currently following templeofbabalon, you’re a fool.
A cage proves to be an excellent frame through which to view one’s sub. Without freedom, stripped of volition, one can simply admire the creature itself – no longer entangled in plans, goals or responsibilities; no longer defined by clothes, style or role; no longer obscured by action, movement or achievement. Just the bare creature itself, just the self with no place to hide.
True story: I once sent the following text to a girlfriend while in an art museum:
This statue’s nipples look JUST like yours.
I just sort of felt it needed to be said. And I’m a little tired of modern standards for how every last minute detail on a woman’s body should look, when art shows such gorgeous variety.
“I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they need constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do,” – Brian Andreas, Story People.
Now we see this as in a mirror dimly, then we shall see each other face to face.
Hm. I’m feeling crafty.
One’s learning patience, that’s for sure. I’m not quite sure what the other one’s learning, but she appears to be behind the curve.
Dear Riley Shy,
I am developing a crush on you.
You make this face a lot. It makes me wet. You’ve also got this little hint of a Southern twang going on. This also makes me wet.
I just thought I’d let you know.
Best,
Ivy
Biting my jawbone is an instant melt for me. Just a nibble goes a long way.
There’s been silence for some time now. How I love anticipation, but how I just hate waiting.
Tits for tats.