All Hallows Eve

Further to having disguised herself and danced out her demons in Pagan-like celebration, the depth of her understanding of compersion intensified, as she shared the night with him.
It was exactly what she had needed.
She watched him hold and kiss the other women in his life, his muses, tenderly and authentically, with no less affection than he showed her. No less presence.
She loved how she felt equally strong being both near them and in moving away from him in the space. Seeing it firsthand made her glow.
She enjoyed him being near as she, too, allowed herself to experience connection and pleasure with other men and women there. At first, she struggled, longing for his attention, but grew to understand how his distance quietly implored her to be present in her own passion. As always, he found ways to lead her to self-discovery. He rarely let her default to him for
decisions, nor use her submissive streak as an excuse for not having to choose.
This said, tonight, after she had had enough, once she was panting and disheveled, he did finally reward her with the dominance and attention she had craved.
And in these new moments she shifted. For what admittedly had begun as a want to please, to fulfill fantasy, was quickly becoming the most beautiful new kind of dynamic.
Once again lionlike, she felt fierce, ravenous, and entirely supported.
On the night that celebrates darkness, they were unmasked and shining. Those around them saw their energy and could not keep from telling them.
All of a sudden, they were revealing themselves to each other in new ways. Each had unconventional and unique journeys through love, sex and romance. Their understanding and awareness of each others’ past lives, which had previously been the cause of underlying anxiety and insecurities, now made this seem easier, natural when facing each other’s wants head-on. There was acceptance, unspoken joyful permission.