🕑 Added 2023-11-07 16:51:37 +0000 UTC
• tasteful debauchery •
‘The Cursed Woman’ (1859) Francois Octave Tassaert. The title of a painting depicting a woman being taken and pleased by three other beings. I’ve never understood its name. If she is a cursed woman, what curse is it and how do I get it? A funny thought, though I haven’t always relished in the energy of that painting. I grew up in religious group homes and adhered to pick-me ideology , trying to be a Virgin Mary in the 21st century. However, that’s not who I am. I’ve always fantasized about the taboo. I love every fleshly sensation. As I age , gain experiences and learn more about my own personal fantasies, I’ve become more comfortable expressing myself to my partner asking to turn those fantasies into reality. That leads us to now. A huge part of our relationship is food. Not just that we eat together three times a day because we have to, but those meals are an emotional & full body experience. When something tastes good, we have to share it with each other. In the same way she makes me lick myself off her fingers, Sometimes an amazing bite of food leaves me thinking about sex. About tasting my partner. Having her warmth on my tongue, the sweetest nectar to ever cross my lips. Admitting that food can turn me on is so vulnerable but I know I’m not alone. All through history artist depicted Images of goddesses caressing each other while tasting ripe fruits out in nature. Why can’t I have that? Intentionally setting aside a morning to worship each other with fruits covered in chocolate for breakfast. To be teased with a strawberry, having every sensation from my clit to my nipples to my taste buds, firing off neurons in my brain, my whole body lit up. I never thought I’d do anything like this, let alone film it. I never thought I’d be with a partner who lets me express myself sexually this way. I also never thought I’d be confident enough to exist slowly in the morning light, just enjoying being human with someone else. It’s an experience that transcends a physical form while using the flesh as a conduit. In a sort of tasteful debauchery, we found heaven indulging in every sin all at once.
