“I want to be my hunter dog who, like an adventurous and unthinking teenager sees no qualm about dashing off in a moment with her unexpected lover who appears on one of our walks and saying nothing of when she will return. Then after two full nights on the town, orgasmic-ally howling in the distant woods, I am to be ever grateful that she graces me with her presence and crashes on the nearest sofa without a word or a wag. She is beside herself, over-extended but not remotely apologetic about her impersonal and somewhat imposing behaviour. I would like to have her exquisite sense of absolute sovereignty and regal birth-right that does not, for one moment question her instinctual and unique place in the grand scheme of things and knows just how deeply she is loved and valued”.
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