I used to be loose about the boundaries I drew for people but then people started taking up miles. They came attempting to rob me and the Pryde of things that they were never supposed to have much less gain access to. I became something along the lines of a cross between Dr and Mr Feelgood. I was the nice guy every girl could go to for a sympathetic ear, I was the sexual and emotional dishrag women happily squeezed dry when their husbands/boyfriends or ob
jects of their desires eluded them. They would knock on my door, get whatever stimulation or emotional octane they needed and be on their way again. Several friendships crashed on the rocks because of this, at times it led to decided estrangements with certain friends. Not entirely out of choice you realize but simply because you have a great many people on EP who love the game. For them, it's a matter of pursuit - they don't want a boyfriend, a dom or even a friend with benefits; they want to take pieces of your heart and soul for additions to their trophy wall. In some cases, it is an ego boost and others it is a drug habit unlike anything you can begin to imagine. I drew harsh boundaries, I cut certain people off when I started to feel and realize that they would never have the good sense to be able to do the same for me. I will be no-one's emotional octane and nor will I be the reliable lap dog that you call into your lap or to hump your leg at the end of a day of failed conquests. Yes I have very well defined boundaries by reason of necessity and survival. The ultimate game is when you find yourself outside my soul temple and heart city walls; you walk the path that leads out of my lands yet you look back and see the party: the warm feelings and golden laughter filling the air as you contemplate for a moment just what you would have to give to be able to belong like the rest of my family does.