Contemplating My Body

by Rosa Nomore

 I have never been as appreciative of my body as I am at present. It looks different than it did in my youth. It has its own quirks and is showing a little wear and tear. Despite all of this, it has taken me places and shown me things I wouldn’t have dreamed were possible even just a short while ago.

I had always considered myself to be a sensual person, but for years had allowed my sexual self to languish without self-acceptance or acknowledgement. I naively thought that such compartmentalization was sustainable and without significant cost. How wrong was I? For ten long years, I lived a largely colorless existence not realizing what I was missing. Exploring my kinky nature over the past year and a half has given me greater insight into how little we make full use of this miracle of creation.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that my feelings about my body have become more positive. I’m taking better care of myself; getting more sleep, eating better and taking more pride in my appearance too.

I’m truly enjoying my body and what it can do. I find I’m more patient, and take greater pleasure in all the sensations it can experience, whether I’m eating, listening to music, running my hands over my Pet’s skin or feeling Lady’s hand on my ass. I’m no longer in a panic to reach the almighty orgasm. In fact, I find I enjoy maintaining lower levels of arousal for long periods of time.

Everything tastes, feels and smells better that way!
I’m also far more comfortable giving my body what wants. When I want to exercise my gleeful sadist, I do so. When I crave a spanking, I ask for one. If I want home-made chocolate chip cookies, I make them, with butter! If I want a little drink, I pour up Jack Daniels. If I need a therapeutic orgasm before I climb into bed after a long day, I curl up next to my beloved with the Hitachi.

And when I finally give in to my inner animal, I climb higher, fly further and climax longer. I growl like a great cat, cackle like a mad woman or scream like a banshee. I surrender to the sensations as opposed to trying to control them or rein them in. I also relish the aftermath as long as possible.

And finally, I say a silent prayer of gratitude for my Beloved, my dear Pet, my good health and the amazing life I now lead.