I want to rip you up with my nails.
I want to bite you until you bruise or bleed.
I want to wrestle you, and crawl on top of you and eat you up.
I want to fight against you, and feel you fight back.
I want to match myself against you, physically. I want to take you.
To feel you take me.
I want to merge in raw, uninhibited passion.
In unbridled lust. You.
Me.
Us.
No holds barred.
Paul Watzlawick said that. He is one of my favorite authors. When I was 14, I read his book, “How Real Is Real?” It changed
In a private kink-adjacent group I’m in on Facebook (probably 98% male-identifying for context), a recent post asked: “Sometimes we go about the subject of
On the men’s dominance and relationship forums I participate in, one man kept wanting to discuss poly. The funny thing was that he kept approaching
Is that we want to feel like those we love are like us. “I sometimes wonder if the things that remind me of you remind
Until I don’t. For example, I love touching someone as I fall asleep, but I hate being trapped while I’m sleeping. That will just make
I’ll start off by saying not all empathic people are bullies. They aren’t all kind and sweet, either. It’s not enough to be able to
Someone in one of the poly groups I participate in on Facebook posted a link to an article: 5 Signs That He’s Just Not That
Beyonce said that. “It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not weakness. That is life.” Captain Picard said that. I’d
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