That Certain Edge
• Our relationship
The Richard is taking another early night, giving me time alone to reflect on my thoughts.
We’ve both been unwell, as you should remember. I have made a total recovery but pet has been slow but steady in his. Today all of his ailments are cured apart from a sporadic hacking cough which makes intimacy tricky, though intimacy is one of our collective talents so we get by.
Due to the obvious effects of being ill, pet is seriously out of touch with his masochism, but that hasn’t stopped him from being able to show his submission, and get on the floor for me, and express himself toward my feet and footwear, legs and body.
Pet says I am getting into Topspace much more readily, and I have to say I agree. Feeling less intimidated by the world, and more on track and generally how I want to be, it’s very easy to let any kind of arousal, sensuality or romantic feeling take on that certain edge. This is, I think, what we were both hoping to get out of ‘out-of-scene’ chemistry - something that reinforces our roles.
This doesn’t mean we’re becoming a ‘lifestyle couple’. It’s hard to pin down exactly how I feel, apart from more like me. I’m sure many of you guys would find it boring since pet doesn’t do all the chores and we are very much on equal and symmetrical footing for the most part.
Perhaps what marks our relationship with what pet calls a ‘lavender blur’ is his constant honour towards me and what I represent. We both know we are equally lucky to have one and other, and we both are friends of equal measure to one and other. But there is a sort of ritualized, augmented, and - yes - often perverted sense of chivalry running in the background which slightly fractures the otherwise perfect balance sexily.
There is often a peculiar charm in the near-miss.
I reciprocate in this area, but in a different way. I certainly feel kinder these days. I am a better friend and lover which has always been one of my continuous goals and always will be.
So when do I get to beat the shit out of him? Maybe when the germs have finished making him suffer I can have a go, but my way will be so much better.
Comments
It was so special on the floor that night. You knew exactly where you cold take me without overtaxing me. That makes me ever more appreciative of each special moment we have.
Posted by: Richard | April 1, 2007 6:25 PM