People are not like that

I'm a woman, I'm fickle. I don't really have a list of likes and dislikes. You're either intuitive enough to intrigue me, and we're a good match, or not. I suppose it's that ephemeral thing called chemistry. With people of feeling things can never be cut and dried. When you buy a machine you get a book of instructions. People are not like that.

Real Surrender

Real surrender with no limits is an exchange with essentially incalculable repercussions. It is such an exposure of myself precisely because it mingles my needs and desires with the needs and desires of another, in a way that so called self-interest never can. Involving myself with a sadist makes me far more vulnerable, revealing more of myself than even promiscuity could; to one who, day in and day out, feeds off my suffering and breaking.

There is solace for me knowing it will be your way, whether I give it to you, or you take it.