It is always a surrender, a consent with reluctance. Always let a part of you go limp, always withdraw a little bit, just enough to let him feel it.That’s our way; to burn like moist wood- on fire but never ablaze, always shrouded in smoke, always glowing dim, always at some distance. Never fully expose core of your desire to him, and never ever surmount his. “It’s our jewel”, they say. I agree. A woman who erupts like volcano and blows her man to smithereens with every bit of his being left melting in the after heat, is a whore, a woman out of control. Be domestic. And the first sign of domesticity is taming of desire. So, never fail to make a show of it, good girl! That’s how you walk the tight rope of having desires and being desired, in this place.
-Pulastye
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