By Sensuous Sadie
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www.sensuoussadie.com  

Dear Santa,

It’s been a rough few years for me Santa. For a while there I hated my job. In between I lost the love of my life. Later I lost that awful job and ended up with $100 to my name.

Still, through all of this I think I’ve been pretty good. I’ve lived true to myself. I haven’t purposefully hurt anyone. I’ve given back to the universe though some of the gifts that you gave me in year’s past: my gift to see the beauty in each person, my gift with words, my gift in being present.

Things are way better already. I have a new job which I love, and slowly, slowly, that $100 is creeping upward. Could I have already gotten all the gifts I’m getting? I hope not, because I do have one request. What I’d really like Santa, is a little bit of naughtiness. Even though lately I’ve been holed up writing about love, sexuality, and BDSM, not much of the real thing has come my way.

Santa, I dream of a Dominant of my own. He is intelligent and creative, with a curious mind. Tender and emotional, fearless like me, and ready to go to where BDSM and spirituality swim together in dark waters. In my mind’s eye I see not the package, but his, or maybe her heart, beating steadily in time with mine.

Yes Santa, I want love again. Of course I still love Moby; I always will. After all, love doesn’t disappear just because us grown-ups sometimes mess things up. But just like in the story, that’s the love of Christmas past, not Christmas present. In today’s present I feel the pulse of that still, small voice, telling me that love will come again.

The best sex, the best BDSM, the best spiritual experiences I ever had grew from a real emotional connection, not some scene with some Dominant off the rack. I will feel that safety again in his arms; fit up close and fit as one. Reaching out in the dark; his heat reaching back.

Maybe this is all not specific enough, not specific like a red Schwinn Bike or a Holiday Barbie. But I think Santa, that you know what I mean. You know his heart and where it resides. I do not need stacks of presents; what I need is faith that he, at this very moment, is dreaming of me too.

Could you bring it to me this year? Could I wake up one morning to find, not a brightly-wrapped package, but the warmth of his breath on my cheek? I’d really appreciate it a lot.

PS, Could you also bring me of those elkskin floggers with the carved wood handles?

Sincerely Yours,

~ Sadie

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Sensuous Sadie is the author of It's Not About the Whip: Love, Sex, and Spirituality in the BDSM Scene. Read an excerpt and more at Sadie's Kinky Goodies http://www.sensuoussadie.com/sadieskinkygoodies.htm. She is the founder and leader (1999 - 2001) of Rose & Thorn, Vermont's first BDSM group. Comments, compliments and complaints, as well as requests for reprinting can be addressed to her at SensuousSadie@aol.com or visit her website at http://www.sensuoussadie.com/. Sadie believes the universe is abundant, and that sharing information freely is part of this abundance, so she allows reprints of her writing in most venues.

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