The other day, I wrote, almost as an aside, that when a woman is sucking my cock, I don’t want her to be thinking in more than an ancillary way about my pleasure, and this got me to thinking.
I am scared of my desire.
I am scared it will swallow you up whole, that it will prove truly overwhelming to you, and that, in response, you will have to, out of self-preservation, leave me.
I have two strategies to protect myself from this:
1) Submission: if, in fact, my very desire is your desire, then we’re safe, because the mere fact of my desiring something (anything) is precisely what makes you desire it.
2) Money: if I’m paying you, your job is to endure my desire. You still may leave me, though.
This feels like a useful insight.