I've been out of the Dom/Sub game for about two years now. However, earlier this year, upon the start of a new job, I found him. A Dom. And he's a new breed from anything I've had before. It didn't start off as a flat out arrangement—we'd just started messaging back and forth, learning about the other, their past, their humor. Per usual, alcohol can play a big factor in (usually) regrettable decisions and actions—but both of us would say that this led to a great arrangement between us, and we couldn't be happier.
Where do I start... The fact that I took his keys by accident or the fact that I woke up to find him not in my bed, but my flatmate’s bed?
The sign had stopped you. Planted your feet transfixed. Cocked your head to one side. Curious. I pulled up behind you. Just short of collision.
Choice is a crucial part of consent. That seems fairly straightforward and a total no brainer. When we talk about consent, pretty much everyone would agree that consent should be freely given. It's easy to talk about it when we look at the black and white definition. The trouble is that the world is never black and white. Many people can define the basics of what consent is; however, those same people struggle to articulate how it should be applied when given real-world situations. It's not always clear cut and there's a lot of debate. So how do we know if consent is actually freely given?
When consent is a newer concept or conversation for you, it may feel awkward to start doing it. We don't have a lot of good examples modeled to us of suave and sexy consent conversations. There is usually a whole lot of the opposite. Movies and TV often sell the idea of just taking action is sexier and more daring. This is a horrible and potentially dangerous idea. It is ideas like that which have led us to our current state of affairs where at least 1 in 4 women in Canada experience a sexual assault in their life. It is ideas like that which have created the need for social movements like the #MeToo Movement. Consent is incredibly important and it doesn't have to feel awkward.
For those of you who may not know, Emotional Numbness is something you can get from certain illnesses (Depression and Anxiety being two), stress, PTSD, or even medications. (There are more causes, but these are the basics)
Me, at 21 years old, finding out that my mother was pregnant was quite the shock. I had thought that the next baby in the family would be my own in a few years, not my mother's. Regardless, the news gave me a change of heart, and I moved back home in the summer of 2016. Living at home with my mom and dad was not a tragedy. I was able to save on rent and continue to go to college online while being close to my family. The immediate downfall was that I was leaving my job behind.
“There is something so wrong about this,” I thought as I drove the hour long distance between Sebastian’s house and mine. He had been a family friend for years, close friends with my father, and was always a part of my life when I was younger. When he texted me the other day asking me for help getting back into a studying routine, it just seemed natural. Now, though, as the journey to his place continued closer to the end, I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
Money or cash is a universally accepted means of buying things, paying bills, purchasing tickets, food items, etc. If you are a young lady who aspires to sustain expensive education, go on vacations and fancy some gadgets & gifts, then you might run into financial issues and seek any arrangements.
I have had an email pal since February 2014. We met, by chance, on a forum for camgirls, porn performers, and other types of "internet sex workers." I wrote a short reply to her forum post but then I could not help but private message her a barrage of more unsolicited and personal advice, because I saw myself so clearly in her (except that I have never done porn).
Everyone's life seems to be insane now. Where you are living, where you are located, how you deal or cope can change in a heartbeat. I am still learning myself, and in that, I am still learning about why and when I lose my shit. I have zero patience for people who don't do what they say they will do, RIGHT then. It's weird. I do get that life gets in the way, but when my work, livelihood, and home depend on it, I will lose it. I can't cope with liars either, at all. I feel it in my bones, even if you are just trying to surprise me.
There is nothing like running into an ex when you finally have your shit together! Hair on point, skin hydrated and glowing, sundress accentuating all your curves and you're feeling sexy 'cuz you're not wearing panties! Ole loose booty! Plus your business is booming, and you have a nice car that your man washed and shined up for you this morning. Oh honey, you are ready to speak to that ex! You're not ducking and dodging him trying to get out of the store before he notices you. Oh no, you're walking right in the line of sight of the man who walked away from you because your career wasn't taking off as fast as he thought it should. The one who said he's a professional and needs a woman who is on his level. You're ready to let him see how you're doing, how you've leveled up.