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SimplyMichael -> RE: I Want the Roses AND the Thorns Thank You Very Much! (5/29/2009 4:45:29 PM)
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To me, without love, none of the rest of this holds much interest to me. I learned a lot about this stuff by reading the book on love languages, I learned that big gifts really don't mean much to me but little things like a special book, carry great weight. I love things dark and twisted, enough so that many of my interests go unspoken and only hinted at, that said, I couldn't love a woman if I couldn't be romantic with her. Leaving work early so I could have a bubble bath ready after finding out her day sucked, a cold margarita ready for her when she got home. Tulips, blood red tulips, tender blossoms not yet open so they open themselves first for her. For me, small things can mean so much to me, a wink at just the right moment, a wicked thought whispered in my ear, finding some note or thing left for me to find. To me, a HUGE part of any relationship has to be making sure the other person feels more special than they ever have, more loved, safer, and that they are the center of everything for you. Not in the "I am perfect" sort of way but in the way of making sure they are a priority, even if you are busy, even if you are distracted by work or school. I think if more dominants got that part, there would be a lot more submitting going on. I love serving breakfast in bed, I love having coffee brought to me, I have had beautiful picnics created for me, and I have enjoyed simple ones with breathtaking views. I think it is anticipatory service, surprises that really do it for me, ones that show they really "get" me. And hell, even "dark and twisted" can be done romanticly, I think that is why so many woman love things like True Blood and Twilight. Imagine a beautiful hand painted notecard, with an invitation written in script using red letters asking "I wish to feed on you tonight, prepare yourself" delivered with a dozen red roses with the thorns still on them early enough in the afternoon for her imagination to run wild. Or perhaps an elegant invitation to a candlelit dinner, she would know I make a wonderful rissotto, and perhaps she has been begging me to make some decadent dessert, perhaps a rich fluffy cheesecake. Except when she comes home, there is only one plate and one set of silverware. There are however, two chairs, one with cuffs for her arms and feet, she is to be hand fed by me, as much or as little as I fancy to feed her. The reality is I want to spoil someone rotten and be spoiled in return and there have been few things I wasn't willing or even eager to do for a partner if they asked and I wouldn't have someone who didn't feel the same way in return. Oh, and I had to add, there are few things I miss in some ways more than sitting together with someone I love and adore and watching a chick flick, both of us crying at different parts, holding each other and all the rest of the sappy stuff.
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