If I want lubrication, I'm going to have to do it myself.
He’s tall, works in finance, and loves cats.
He didn't deserve her light. She didn't deserve his darkness.
When he got to the part where he was talking about how the bride was born to be submissive to her husband...my eyebrow was raised so high I think I might have earned airline mileage points.
I was wearing sunglasses. Like Cyclops from X-Men, they're more for the protection of everyone else than to block out the sun. Especially when I'm wearing blue.
"Letting go" for me means releasing control to some one else. Not just physically, but in a way, mentally and emotionally as well. Whether it's accessing subspace, rope space, orgasms, or (as I'll touch on in a bit) something much more deeply emotional - it all shares a similar quality.