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Lemon Cake
The whips and the leather have to be set aside at some point. Hung up on the wall, along with the gags and the cuffs, the latex and the lace. We have to go about our lives, without all the fun of the sex and the kink and the fetish. We have to persist, in between those bouts of passion and lust. And we have to do it together.
The relationship isn’t about sex, I know that. We both do. The sex is just the most physical and powerful expression of what the relationship is about, but when we’re in the dynamic we are in, the downtime can get a little more tricky. How to behave, and how to perceive one another becomes a question that you didn’t come into this knowing the answer of.
How can you just be, in a relationship like this. When emotions are running so high and hot, bubbling just below the surface all the time, when I’ve done the things I’ve done to you, and you’ve broken down in front of me. How do we come back from that, and sit on the sofa watching television like nothing happened?
Well, frankly put, we don’t. We don’t forget about those times, because they’re not something that we have to forget about to get on with our lives. They’re not something that needs to be hidden away in a closet until the time for leather and lace and pain and pleasure comes around again. It’s a part of our lives, together, and there isn’t any shame in it. It’s as normal for us as sitting in front of that television, talking over supper, sharing our day. It’s just one more thing.
So just be, because you don’t have to do anything else. The minute you stop worrying about how to do everything, and the instant you realise that really, it doesn’t matter how you’re supposedto act, and instead it matters how you want to act, how it’s natural for you to act, life is going to get a whole lot easier. No one else is going to live your life for you, so why the hell do you care what anyone else might think if they see how you’re behaving?
Just be, and be happy about it.
(via lovelybrutal)
