Are you Ready to Let Go?

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the art of letting go
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           Why do I adore this? Why the feeling of restriction? Why the lack of control? It really is simple: trust. BDSM fosters the beauty of trust.

              Rope taught. The feeling against your skin as it burns ever-so-beautifully. Wonderous, isn’t it? Although restricting, it is where clarity lies. Clarity leads to confidence. Clarity in my head that works in tandem with the confidence I have in myself to push… push further than I ever thought I could… something that is proved over and over to myself.

              So, you must ask yourself: Am I ready to let go and trust. Am I ready to be vulnerable both physically, but also mentally? If not, go home. If yes, let the rope run against your fingers and be pulled taut against your wrists. Understand the beauty and privilege.

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MaydaypilotMaydaypilotabout 3 years ago

I love how clearly you let us see your beauty. Exquisite.

JonasRobinsonJonasRobinsonabout 5 years ago
Good stuff.

I enjoyed this because of its philosophical essence and inspirational beauty. Thank you for sharing. :)

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