(jk it is)
I suppose this is more of a rambling?
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Get spanked. Crash.
Get spanked. Crash.
There can be no drop without a high but in the absence of either, what’s the point?
In reality, the more connecting the moment is, the worse it’ll feel to be away from that moment.
Get spanked. Be seen.
Full stop. No crash. The value doesn’t go away because time moves you further away from the being seen. Revel in it and be gentle.
The crash can be a slide instead. Gradual. Sloping. A soft landing.
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—M
I migrated my site over to new hosting – it should all work like normal but I suppose we’ll find out? Poem.
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what of, the anticipation
of a leather strap
on your bottom and
a hand on your lower back,
anticipating in turn,
your struggle?
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—M
Inspired by the stress and anxiety of travel – of which I experienced a healthy dose today!
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The Delta customer service agent hadn’t been helpful at all. I slammed my phone onto the counter after our call ended and the screen protector cracked from edge to edge. This was enough to send the tears cascading down my cheeks finally.
Quietly, he came into the kitchen behind me, gripped me firmly by the ear, and lead me to the bedroom, despite my very vocal protests. Without a word, he sat on the end of the bed and pulled me clear across his lap, lifting my dress on the way.
The hand spanking was hard and fast and exactly what it needed to be, and drained me of the rest of my tears. A release, and sleep. Rest. A reset. That’s what I needed.
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-M