GentleSpirit’s question on FetLife reads:
Is there any one trait that you look for in a submissive over others? Is it looks, personality, or something else?
A: They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. However, the way to my heart is through my eyes.
As a poet, I again and again discover how important it is to me that she can and will express herself in writing.
Her written voice gives me another window into her soul, one which oftentimes leaves her more vulnerable, more… exposed, than when speaking. Perhaps because she is less self-conscious without me watching her, no matter how encouragingly, as she is laying her beating heart out on a silver platter for me.
I am a quiet man and language doesn’t always come easy to me. Sometimes I need to pause between sentences to search for expressions and when listening, sometimes I find myself lost in reverie from a word or a phrase. Maybe I’m slow because sometimes speech seems too fast, too… flippant, to express the complex currents of emotion that have us so tightly in their grip.
Honesty and integrity, yes. Intelligence and humor, of course. And, naturally, a round, scrumptious butt. He he. All these are important qualities, and necessary for me.
But when I can see her heartbeat between the words, then she has my full attention. When I can see her breath between the sentences, then I know that she is for me.
When I can see her passion and her grace between the paragraphs, then I know that I am for her.
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One of the reasons I started writing about our “adventures” was to give feedback to James. There is the experience of those adventures in the moment and then again when we talk and process after. And then there is the insight into my responses when I write. That further processing that happens when my brain goes off on tangents and I can get bogged down in the minutae of the moment and it can get rather delicious or rather quirk.
More than that there sometimes is that pause, that breath that you mention here, or sometimes obvious confusion about how I felt I was responding and the outpouring of questions that flow from that. James loves that extra added insight to when I am alone with my thoughts and processes.
I love it when he writes. He writes slowly. Precisely. He struggles to make sure the expression is exactly what he wants. I love every word and hope I am able to pick up every nuance. It was part of why I fell in love with him in the first place.
Keep writing Dreamwalking.