Thou art to me a delicious torment. –Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

What draws friends together
does not conform to the laws of nature. 
–Rumi, “The Force of Friendship”

… these days are hard and radiantand from them we harvest sweetnesskneaded with eyelids and spines.–Pablo Neruda, “Love”

… these days are hard and radiant
and from them we harvest sweetness
kneaded with eyelids and spines.
–Pablo Neruda, “Love”

life will never be black or white

and trust me 

it will be so many more than 50 shades of Grey

Erospainter..on Wax Play….

So what is Wax play? Wax play is where the Dom/me drips and/or sometimes pours or paints melted wax onto various body parts of the sub.

Votive candles, Jewish Shabbat candles or alter candles are the ones most commonly used. Beeswax burns hotter so higher intensity/burn. NEVER judge all candle temperatures to be the same. ALWAYS test each candle or type of wax. Also remember with each drop comes some splash/splatter, so think about where you are going to aim (avoid the eyes or open cuts). You should pay attention to scented candles, too many scents will not make for pleasant play. Some candles have perfume in them and they tend to burn a bit hotter. If you really want to use a scented candle most people prefer food scents, so vanilla, apple pie, strawberry and lavender are good starting points.Warning: Anyone that has asthma should only use unscented candles and have their inhaler with them during the play. Also it is wise to avoid paper core wicks as they smoke more than metal core wicks found in votive candles.

The intensity of the heat depends on the height the candle is held or the height from which the wax is dripped/poured and the type of wax/candle used. Some Dom/me’s like to use a crock pot and a ladle for pouring the melted wax over the sub. Dom/me’s- It is advisable that you test the intensity of the wax on the inside of your wrist, similar to how one checks the temperature of milk from a baby bottle. Hold the candle 10 inches above your wrist and let 1 drop fall, now did you feel-nothing? warmth? hot? burn? Also take note of how long the heat stayed before dissipating. Now repeat from the same height on top of the wax drop already on your wrist, it should be less intense. Now lower the height to 7 inches and drop another drop, does it feel the same as the first drop? nothing? warmth? hot? burn? Now that you have an idea of how the height affects the temperature move to another spot on your wrist that has no wax and try dripping 7 or 8 drops in row rather fast and judge how this feels. A responsible Dom/me should always know what it feels like and what sensations the wax can create for the sub. Remember you need a protective cloth under what you are dripping upon and you need an area to set your burning candle that will not get knocked over and set fire to the room. So check around and make sure no combustibles are near the play area…yes this includes the sub’s hair, sub’s hair that has had hairspray applied to it, lingerie, curtains, paper towels, rope, etc. Always have a fire extinguisher close by

Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn’t create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written

Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn’t create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? … we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. –Franz Kafka, in a letter to Oskar Pollak (January 27, 1904)

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? … we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. –Franz Kafka, in a letter to Oskar Pollak (January 27, 1904)

The memory of love and the truth of any one life can be preserved in words for a while. But even the most crystalline sentences, full of truth so clear that each reader feels it like a piercing shard, cannot survive when paper burns, when the skies rain corrosive ashes, when thousand-foot tidal waves sweet continents clear, when grinding ice creeps relentlessly toward the equator. Perhaps the greatest beauty of words is not to be found in the observations conveyed by their meaning but in the faith with which we use them. –Dean Koontz, “Beautiful Death”

The memory of love and the truth of any one life can be preserved in words for a while. But even the most crystalline sentences, full of truth so clear that each reader feels it like a piercing shard, cannot survive when paper burns, when the skies rain corrosive ashes, when thousand-foot tidal waves sweet continents clear, when grinding ice creeps relentlessly toward the equator. Perhaps the greatest beauty of words is not to be found in the observations conveyed by their meaning but in the faith with which we use them. –Dean Koontz, “Beautiful Death”

The minute I heard my first love storyI started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.They’re in each other all along.

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

But before I had even quite realized that I was attracted to her—well, I knew I was because I wanted to be more like her than I was like myself—the old terrible magic coalesced into the air, and I realized with a sort of shock what I wanted to do. Dear God, I wanted to put my hands on her as a trial, just as a test. I wanted to put a hand on her face or on her arm because I thought that if I did that, I would be so happy. I just wanted to feel her skin and I wanted to get at the soul underneath that muscle because I could smell it.

But before I had even quite realized that I was attracted to her—well, I knew I was because I wanted to be more like her than I was like myself—the old terrible magic coalesced into the air, and I realized with a sort of shock what I wanted to do. Dear God, I wanted to put my hands on her as a trial, just as a test. I wanted to put a hand on her face or on her arm because I thought that if I did that, I would be so happy. I just wanted to feel her skin and I wanted to get at the soul underneath that muscle because I could smell it.

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky. –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky. –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

I want to go back to bed and get inside her. That’s the only time there’s anything approaching peace. –Leonard Cohen, “The End of My Life in Art”

I want to go back to bed and get inside her. That’s the only time there’s anything approaching peace. –Leonard Cohen, “The End of My Life in Art”

The smell of sex charged the room, circling above them like smoke, like a ghost

The smell of sex charged the room, circling above them like smoke, like a ghost

When you’re with someone, you put up with the stuff that makes you lose respect for them. And that is love. –Ellie Kemper, in The Office

When you’re with someone, you put up with the stuff that makes you lose respect for them. And that is love. –Ellie Kemper, in The Office