La Douleur Exquise!
“On the way home, I was furious. Not with Big, with myself: I was the real sadist. He might be the one with the whip, but I was the one who tied myself up… tied myself to a man who was terrified of being tied down.
There were no words left. We’d said them all… After we made love, I knew it was over. Did I really love Big? Or was I addicted to the pain? The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable…
I wanted to go to him, but I felt I was tied to the chair. Some part of me was holding me back, knowing I had gone too far, reached my limit.
And just like that, I had untied myself from Mr. Big… I was free… but there was nothing exquisite about it."
posted by Xiquim at 5:54 PM
4 Comments:
"I was free… but there was nothing exquisite about it." A liberdade é daquelas coisas que todos deviam valorizar... A sensação de liberdade, faz-nos olhar os outros com olhos diferentes. Enfim, este Sexo e a Cidade dava um bom guia de Vida. VIVA A SAMANTHA JONES!
Incrivelmente é que mesmo quando pensamos que estamos livres, sabemos consciente ou inconscientemente que é uma liberdade temporária. Há amarras que nunca se consegue quebrar...
Até gostaria de fazer um comentário de jeito, mas sabes, o meu inglês é um pouco atrofiado e, enfim...
Fica bem...
Abraços e beijos.;-)***
Censura: Isto de blogs é bonito, mas isto de homens a beijar homens não me parece bem para um blog da classe deste... cheira-me a algum tipo de afirmação infantil, Será?
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