Recently I took some fun candids of myself in red lipstick and a fairly neutral face otherwise. I always think that red lipstick has something special about it. It gives me an unstoppable kind of confidence. When I’ve got it on, I feel feminine and powerful, like a Domme, but also capable of really receiving.
Red liptstick can make me feel really naughty. It’s like a non-stop wink, coy and sweet and tempting all at once. When you see red lipstick, what do you think? Here’s a kiss from me to you. I hope you like it.
I am reading a book these days called “The Tibetan Book of Life and Death” and I’ve learned lots of things about letting go. And also remembered some things I already knew but needed to read about it again to integrate it in my life.
Here’s an excerpt from the book:
Take a coin, put it in your hand, close it tight, palm toward the ground. Extend your arm. Now if you release the tension and open your fist, you lose what you were holding onto. This is the reason why you hold onto. The fear of losing it.
But here is the other possibility. You can let go without losing it: Your arm extended, your hand toward the sky, open your fist: You let go. But the coin is still yours. Even if a big space surround it.
Let us take a look at relationship. Often we perceive our true love for someone (thinking about a lover) the day we realized that we are losing that special someone. Then we start holding onto that person more and stronger. But the more we are doing that, the more that person is escaping us. And the relationship gets more fragile.
We all desire the true happiness. But often, the way we try to reach it is so clumsy and unskilled that it causes us more torment. We suppose generally that to have something we have to own that object, hold onto it strongly, so we will be happy. We ask ourselves how it is possible to appreciate something if we don’t possess it. We’ve mixed up attachment and love. Even in a happy relationship, the love is denatured by the attachment, with a load of insecurity, possessiveness and vainness. And then when the love is gone, we only stay with the memories of the love and the wounds of attachment.
How can we triumph of attachment? Simply by realizing that nothing is permanent. This realization will release us of the power of attachment. Like the sky who looks at the cloud passing by.
The only certainty in life is that everything changes.
And changing can mean for the better. And in fact, only for the better. Because everything happens for a reason. And we all learn from our experiences, situations, even the worst. We have to start looking at what our experiences give us instead of what those experiences take from us.
Everyone has heard this one day: if you release your bird from his cage and he doesn’t come back, it means he was never yours. If he comes back, it means he has always been yours. To give the freedom of choosing to someone is to give him the possibility of choosing where he is more happy. And chances are he will stay with you because you let him BE. Be who he really is. Become what he really wants to.
And evolve.
Give the freedom you always wanted to have.
be
dream
love
thrive
always.
Paintings from Graham F Art. Music by Boards of Canada.
Your eyes are closed and you kneel in front of the door of your bedroom. Your arms behind your back.
You wait for me.
You hear the front door opening. I walk toward you. I’m just behind you and as I approach your ear with my mouth, I see you shivering. Then you hear me whispering: “Are you ready?”
You answer: “Yes, Mistress Lilith.”
I proceed.
First I tie your arms together. Then I put you on the floor on your belly. And then I tie your feet together. With a rope, I bind your feet and your arms. Hogtied. I love it.
I walk to place myself in front of your head. I put my left foot in front of your mouth so you can lick it. It feels good. Then my right foot.
“You like it, my little slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Lilith.”
I then go start one of my favorite games: spanking. I start by warming up your ass with soft spanks, then I go harder. In between, I caress your ass with my nails and sometimes I kiss softly. Then I slap harder. You scream each time. And I love it when you do.
Now that your ass is all warmed up, I start caressing your anus. I hear you moaning.
“You want more?”
“Yes, Mistress Lilith”
“Well, not right now. I think you have to really deserve it, little slut.”
I put a blindfold on your eyes then a gagball in your mouth. You hear me grabbing your keys and walking to your door.
