It’s been months since I’ve really felt the pain and pleasure of rope, perhaps longer. Mr. Texas is frustrated, to say the least. He’s clever, capable, a quick learner. He’s done some amazing bedroom bondage and predicaments – and he’s only really learned the basics. But rope to me is strange…it’s a shadow of a memory that I love but that triggers me towards others. (Plus I’m not finding a rope community here still for Mr. Texas and I to be comfortable in.)
[jwplayer mediaid=”7163″] When my friend Yuè Lǎo took this photo, I thought of Type O Negative’s song, Christian Woman.
A cross upon her bedroom wall – from grace she will fall
an image burning in her mind – and between her thighs
A dying god-man full of pain – when will you cum again?
before him beg to serve or please – on your back or knees
No forgiveness for her sins – prefers punishment
would you suffer eternally – or internally – ah