Post by Dean Watson on Oct 16, 2016 10:58:13 GMT 10
A Reply to someone bitching about their Ducati
"So you are a little miffed that your Italian Mistress isn’t all she should be.
You really shouldn’t be surprised, you knew going in that she was a supermodel, a Diva, that she would be flighty, temperamental, and the most frustrating thing you ever had the privilege to be with. For it is a privilege to, however briefly, be in the orbit of one such as this. You will never own her, never Master or control her, but she will occasionally allow you to believe you do.
She will require much pampering in exclusive, expensive salons. Sure, there are those that undertake this pampering themselves, but deep down they know it cheapens them.
After all, it is part of the mystery, the mystique not to know what goes on under there, just that when you pick her up from the preening, it is a joy to welcome her back into your arms.
And as you bask in those jealous glances from those that are wistfully window shopping, and lead her away, she seems more responsive, more willing to do your bidding, and it is as it should be.
She is not the one to take home to meet your Mother, that is the Bavarian one, the dependable one, the one that you take liberties with on a daily basis, the one that revels in getting down and dirty.
No, this is the goddess you worship, for when the planets align, she is able to set your soul free.
So remember those fleeting moments and rejoice in the memories, for when you grow weary, those moments will be all that you recall."
"So you are a little miffed that your Italian Mistress isn’t all she should be.
You really shouldn’t be surprised, you knew going in that she was a supermodel, a Diva, that she would be flighty, temperamental, and the most frustrating thing you ever had the privilege to be with. For it is a privilege to, however briefly, be in the orbit of one such as this. You will never own her, never Master or control her, but she will occasionally allow you to believe you do.
She will require much pampering in exclusive, expensive salons. Sure, there are those that undertake this pampering themselves, but deep down they know it cheapens them.
After all, it is part of the mystery, the mystique not to know what goes on under there, just that when you pick her up from the preening, it is a joy to welcome her back into your arms.
And as you bask in those jealous glances from those that are wistfully window shopping, and lead her away, she seems more responsive, more willing to do your bidding, and it is as it should be.
She is not the one to take home to meet your Mother, that is the Bavarian one, the dependable one, the one that you take liberties with on a daily basis, the one that revels in getting down and dirty.
No, this is the goddess you worship, for when the planets align, she is able to set your soul free.
So remember those fleeting moments and rejoice in the memories, for when you grow weary, those moments will be all that you recall."
