We looked at pictures of lions having sex. I’d seen a picture of lion sex accidentally and felt horny. The way he bit her neck. Her submission to his pushing, thrusting mass. Yes–feline, strong, massive upon her. “You wanna see?” I asked my spouse. We were in bed. He said yes, so I showed him
I read something about punishment, and it made me think of you. I don’t believe in punishment–prisons, parents hitting kids, punishment in relationships that are supposed to be sweet, like friendships and partnerships. Seems like consequences are inevitable, but something about the “I am right–you are wrong, so you must suffer,” creeps me out like