Kink and Home Remedy

Tonight, I came home and slathered myself in a mixture of mayonnaise, egg yolk, and salt. This is an old exfoliating and moisturizing technique that my mother and grandmother before me have recommended on regular occasion, and which I prefer to buying the expensive salt scrubs and hair moisturizers, if I can help it.

It isn't going to cure cancer, and it doesn't smell like my preferred cucumber and melon body wash, but it does its job and does it well.

Somehow, when describing this method to a friend, the idea of urine therapy was brought up.

Quick Copulation

Let's get this done. Here, there, this that, oh, oh.

Finish fast; we rush our real life to return to days upon weeks upon months upon years of damage management. No slow, lazy tangling of limbs here: it's all a power struggle against time itself. My zodiac says to "go where fun goes to die," but I forgot how to play long ago, and realism trumps all.

Feel better now? OK. Back to the fray.

Arrival

On the other side of the coin ...

I'm pinned down, he's on top of me, grinding and growling. I'm tensing, whimpering, clawing, writhing. He likes to grab me by the ass and crush me, hips to hips, when he's close. I love every minute of it and wrap him in arms, legs, teeth.

Sexless

If I was celibate and sexless, I could still create art, travel the world, study history and sociology, write film reviews, learn to skii, swim in the ocean -- do all sorts of things that would leave me breathless, achy, sweaty, and too worn out for sex -- and I can tell you, each memory would last longer than most of my amazing sex stories.

Subtle Roller-Coaster of Stylistic Values

I just explained my taste to a prospective sub as follows:

I expect subs to be incredibly proactive and productive, to have their own agendas and report on their progress. EG, if you're going to college, I want to know that you're putting all of your effort into success. If you're a business man, I want to know that you're making and meeting goals. If you're an artist, I expect you to make and keep a schedule, orchestrate a career of some sort out of it, etc.

I can go meta in setting up a structure and work you like a horse, I can hurt you to clear your mind and direct you through a strict regimen. I also apply this to social phobias and insecurities. I forge in fire; to the recreational weekenders I don't seem to do much, because I prefer to take subtle control. However, I don't seek to create service zombies, so the majority of my regimen includes empowerment of my subs.

On Taming

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

Professional Clarity

I have a general disdain for the grey-area terminology of the Escort industry.

I like my business dealings to be defined in clear-cut and explicit terms. I can talk a special dialect of implication and innuendo with people I have a deeper rapport with, but when I am working with perfect strangers in professional settings, I would really rather say, what I expect from a client, deliver on my end of the bargain and demand a certain level of mature composure, rather than having an unfortunate exchange later about what "time" and "roses" and "services" all mean.

Summary: You will pay currency money dollars for the focus of my attention and a domineering or directorial attitude on my part, usually with some sense of sadomasochism attached.