“This bed is your stage,” Rochester had said. “From such a stage you could do anything.”
“Do you not understand? what power there is in that mouth, these sumptuous tits, that tight cunny of yours?”
“Power to do what?”
“Almost anything. now you can give a man a quick ride that leaves him happy or a night of play that tires him. but there is more to learn. you can give a man pleasure, not just in his body but in his mind, his soul, that you become a drug. So that he will crave you. So that his bullocks will ache and give him no peace until his prick is once more the master of that smooth warmth. And I can train you, pretty pet. Do you want that?”
“Yes my lord.”
“Good. On your knees. No, off the bed. for this is your god, and you must worship it.”
(She is instructed in fellatio.)
“Do you love my cock?”
Nell found that she did.
“Do you worship it, my arbor vitae, my tree of life?”
Yes, that, too.
“And do you wish for holy communion?”
…Nell did wish for it.
“Then you shall have it.” Rochester came deep in her throat…
-From, “The Darling Strumpet: A Novel of Nell Gwynn, Who Captured the Heart of England and King Charles II” by Gillian Bagwell (set in 17th Century London).
There is an indescribable quality to the experience of The Lover who turned-you-out, who taught you the value of control through worship and the immeasurable pleasure derived from pushing your erotic prowess to unimaginable limits.
The lover who invites you to perform…for him, for her, for them.
The lover who shows you how to be open…completely.
When I refer to OPENNESS, I am not (simply) referring to pleasure, I also mean the deeper, dirty, nastier emotions:
and then…from those depths…it is the lover who lifts you up…who raises you to ecstasy, previously unimaginable.
I believe that it is only through that level of honesty that we derive true satisfaction…of an unbound nature, freedom.
Not an easy experience.
Not a pretty one
(true experiences rarely are).
Yet, it is THE ONE you need to become The Star…Not in someone else’s performance though.
The lover only sets the stage, the show is all yours.
Now, are you ready for your close-up?
Indeed, I think you are.