The dance of D/s like the dance of life, is enthralling in its moments and movements, the only constant seems to be change.
What seems simple is really only the sweet skin of the true complexity that is the joy of selfdiscouvery, pleasure, and human interaction.
i am a masochist, sensation is the deep dark pool i wish to swim in. i find great joy in the gift of talent, intent, and touch.
In my own way i search for the balance that is the lifestyle for me, i am always intrigued by the journey, frankly the destination is no more complex that happiness, no more simple than love.
The joy of sacrifice entails tears, love requires acceptance of what is, this is everything. There is movement within, understanding is a process, not a destination, balance is sought.
The lines i will not cross verbal degradation, sexual sharing of my person, scat, , animals, and the dead, everything else is open to negotiation.(and i come with my own toys)
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My Ideal Person:
I await the Fire Dancer, I know You are there, come hither and let me feed thee.
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