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One of my favorite songs is The Safety Dance by Men Without Hats and I have to admit that every time I write about safewords, the song plays in the back of my head. The neat thing is that I think you can interpret the lyrics as if they were sung by someone in the BDSM lifestyle, so it fits!
Just look at the first verse thinking that dance is euphemism for a scene:
Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance Well they’re no friends of mine I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find And we can act like we come from out of this world Leave the real one far behind, And we can dance
So, this is still one of my favorite songs, but now for me it has a deeper meaning.
smut fixes everything
Neal and Way from The Closet Boy are back, only now they’re Dom and sub, and exploring their relationship through the lifestyle. Way is eager to learn everything, and more in love with his master every day. For his part, Neal can’t believe how lucky he is to have found such an innocent but sensual boy.
As they learn what works best for them both, Way has trouble obeying some of the rules Neal imposes. Like the no touching himself rule. Neal wants Way to learn control, but Way, after so long holding back, has trouble not indulging. The two men must work together to find the balance that brings them each the most satisfaction and happiness.
Oh God. Okay. Okay, breathe. “I’m so sorry. I was scared and stupid and I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. I’m… I’m very new. Like the newest. Like no one’s ever been so new.”
Tide chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize, kid. I’m sorry we involved you in something you weren’t ready for. I wish we’d known, you know?”
“Well, Way has a safeword now, and he knows he can use it if a situation like that comes up again.”
“Yeah? That’s awesome. What is it?” Tide asked.
“Asparagus.” He blinked up, knowing he had to be red as a beet. “It was my first…. I never was trying to be friends with anyone before, you know?” He wanted to be friends with Lance, with Robin.
Tide’s smile was warm. “Next time I’ll be more gentle, I promise.” Tide gave him a wink.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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