Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
What do you love most (and/or wish you could change) about your sex life as it appears today? Why do you love it (or why/how would you change it)? I love… I love how close we are. I love how, over the last few years, particularly since adding D/s we have made more time for us as a couple. I love how we I have found the courage to ask for things that turn me on, and to tell MrH what he can do or …
I think all relationships have complications. Some may be insurmountable and the relationships end, others less so and the relationship adapts or compromises are made. I am going to speak in general terms here for a moment and so please bear with me, I know not every young person is the same. I believe when we are young we are less likely to consider compromise as a way to solve a complication in a relationship. I think when we are young we think in terms …
I have worked hard to become more authentic. I used to present a face to the world that I thought they wanted to see. My mum raised me to be a confident outgoing little girl. She didn’t care if that’s what I was comfortable with, it was what she wanted. I grew up and became a teenager, in a dysfunctional home, and I then had to present a new face, that of the perfect home. There’s a uk show called Keeping up Appearances and my …
We slowly woke up this morning, fighting the urge to fall back to sleep. My body stiff and sore from laying still, his, warm and sweaty from the heat. I rolled over to him and lay near his hip. Not quite touching him, he was too warm. I admired his body, his legs and hips. His abdomen and of course his cock, silky smooth, as it lay over his balls. I raised my body up and leant over to kiss his cock from base to …
This is something that I have written about before, my collars I mean, and I say collars because I have a few. My first post dedicated to them, collars and chains discussed the basics and why we decided to use them. Since then I’ve posted about new collars made and these have been relatively brief, but I think I have talked about the symbolic value of my chains and collars in a number of posts, and I will try not to repeat myself too much. …
Our wedding was a civil service which meant we couldn’t use the traditional vows, they don’t allow you to, so we wrote our own. Now MrH states categorically that we will not renew our vows at any time. He says that as he hasn’t changed his mind on the first lot there’s no need to repeat them.. and I can understand his point of view… even if I do love the romantic idea of it. This year will mark our 20 year wedding anniversary. China …
The prompt this week for F4FT is the selfie…. a modern phenomenon (at least I think so) as before the age of front facing cameras (and camera phones) a selfie was a virtual impossibility! With a traditional camera, (you know the ones with a film inside not a memory card??) trying to take a photo of yourself meant guessing if you were in frame and then waiting until it was developed to see if you were successful. More often than not you weren’t… I have …
I’ve written extensively about my own challenges with Mental Health and I apologise if I repeat myself here, but, this is such an important, misunderstood and awkward topic I feel justified in doing so, especially when it comes to discussing how mental health affects every aspect of your life, especially your sex life. Has mental health affected your sex life? My battle with depression and anxiety has impacted our sex life on many levels and in many ways. When I had my breakdown in 2005 …
The first movie I saw that actually turned me on was Don Juan de Marco starring Jonny Depp, Marlon Brando and Faye Dunnaway. Here’s a little clip of Jonny in action… (you’re welcome 😉) I’d never seen a movie where the aim of the sexual encounters seemed to be about the women’s enjoyment… I watched that movie over and over again, eventually I bought it. It certainly sparked a few fantasies at the time. Limited imagination I haven’t really seen any other movies that have …
Growing up I worked hard to be the perfect daughter. I was not to speak until I was spoken to and I was not allowed to have any opinions. The only time we (my brother and I) were praised was for getting good test results. Only my results were never good enough. I got B’s and C’s (my dyslexia was undiagnosed.. well to be fair it wasn’t recognised back in the 80’s) whereas my younger brother got straight A’s. He once sulked for a week …