My husband gets a thrill from public nudity and sex. I have indulged him from time to time, but I eventually told him to get a buddy that enjoys it as much as he does.
I, on the other hand, have a fetish for workboots (on men or women).
We cannot expect erotic love to have the same 'unconditional' quality that we might have for a child or a friend. We expect to possess our beloved. This element can wreak havoc when the goal is to develop a more open, "swinger" mindset. What it amounts to is that we expect our partners to lose intimate parts of themselves, in the name of Love.
For me, this is the Year of the Bitch. It turns out I'm a Cunt. I think being bitchy could be a protection against the likelihood of my needing to go 'cunt' to defend what I consider to be mine.
The ballet boots on the model leave her essentially hobbled. And she has quite a problem developing in the neck area, doesn't she? Navigating romantic love can be like this when we press the concept of ownership and entitlement.
Even though I wanted to be 'slave' first, my husband is itching to jump ahead of me in line and try me as a Master. He will be my "pussy slave", and his role in the power exchange gives him the persona of a Kitty 'slave'. I'll humiliate him by adorning him with Hello Kitty motifs. Of course, I have no need for a cat, but I'm sure he didn't have a hankering for an insane cunt, either.
My husband has been honest since the day I met him about his lack of belief in monogamy. I'm glad I've pursued his dreams these past years instead of my own, because his ideas were more developed, and better.
We have not puzzled out our perhaps obvious problem that we are married, but essentially disbelieve in the sanctity of monogamy. We both fear and believe that going outside of our marriage would destroy our bond beyond repair.
