So many thoughts fill my mind when I am writing that I find it hard to put them all down in words. I could probably write here for hours on end, and not exhaust the thoughts which tumble here and there in my mind, through my imagination. Sometimes I even dream that I am writing my Blog, and that is scary! But I wanted to return to my theme from yesterday: men.
Well, the theme wasn’t really men, it was more a sort of Bad Hair Day theme caused by personal worries – nothing serious – and thoughts. However, while I was writing yesterday the thoughts kept on screaming through my mind and charging down avenues I’ve never explored before; several which I never wish to explore!
It struck me that many women allow themselves the dominant role in their relationship and by this I don’t mean dominant in their everyday relationship, but in that which outsiders, friends, workmates and so on do not see, or suspect. The young secretary, for example: carefully dressed; polite; glasses and little make-up; hair in a loose ponytail; efficient and easily over-looked. Perhaps, in her private life, she is completely different. Not quite the Super Woman outfit under her prim office suit, but perhaps a Cat Woman suit of the finest leather.
Perhaps she has an alter-ego which allows her to lose all these office conceptions and is a completely different person when you get to meet her privately: dominant, demanding, powerful. She might dominate those men who come into her grasp; force them into positions which they can only imagine; change their role if only for a few hours. It is, I think, a wonderful idea, but doesn’t mean that they hate, just that their lust goes in a completely different direction.
I wonder how my lover would react if I greeted her one evening, dressed in leather or latex. I wonder whether she has a submissive side too, or whether she would like to take the more dominant role once in a while – at the moment we are on the same level, just to make things clear! – and take a walk on the darker side of our imaginations.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about anything involving pain or hurt, just a little bit of fun in a new direction. The idea of commanding her – I did this with my lover in Strasbourg, you will remember, but as an everyday sort of thing – and then having the pleasure of watching her do whatever I wish, right in front of my eyes until she is exhausted appeals…
But my lover(s) remain female, not because I am a man hater, but because that is who and what I am.
Love & Kisses, Viki.