Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
I do so like to have Mr H’s cock in my vagina. Actually for the most part I don’t care where he sticks his cock (if it’s in me) I’m happy! But I know it’s his favourite place to put it. But from a general perspective the vagina is a pretty remarkable bit of engineering. It’s capable of stretching in order to fit a baby through it…. a baby…. my first born child’s head was big. He was 8 lbs 11 oz. He tore out of …
I am me, the universe and you. I first heard this song in a Greys Anatomy episode called the Song Beneath the Song. It’s how I feel about Mr H. I am me. I am his. He is mine. We make our own world. He makes me feel everything and anything is possible. He encourages and supports me. He knows when I’m tired, worried or upset without me saying a word. He reads me. Here are are the lyrics to this lovely song. Universe and U A …
If you’re familiar with my blog you’ll be aware that I have regular emotional meltdowns. Sub-drop after particularly intense play can feel quite brutal. I feel so needy and desperate for Mr H to touch and reassure me but I’m also unable to articulate it well. Usually this results in tears and then cuddles. I also get separation anxiety. When Mr H is at work on a Saturday or away from home (no matter where he is) I get anxious. That anxiety usually manifests in sadness, …
By some standards my upbringing was normal. Born in 1974 in a small mining town in South Yorkshire, my maternal grandparents lived one street away and my paternal grandparents had a farm. I was lucky until I was 5 years old, and my life was perfect, if you don’t count the fact that my tiny tears doll didn’t cry anymore because my baby brother pulled it’s head off! Then one night my mum left my dad and moved us in with his best friend. A man who’s …
They’re obviously really aren’t they? Given my blog? I have talked about these two subjects many times. I guess there have been many, many lightbulb moments over the last 22 months that the introduction of submission has triggered. I’ve felt shame which I have talked about in my post I’m Gonna Show You Crazy as well as how my inner voice causes me a great deal of stress. Our sex life has had a new lease of life and through honest communication it has also improved …
I like MrH to be rough. I like to feel how powerful he is. I like it when, if he’s told me to keep still and I move, he slaps my leg and tightly grips my face in his fingers and growls “don’t fucking move!” I love it when he pushes me against the wall and teases me by brushing his lips over my jaw and neck without kissing me. I love it when he waits til I’m trembling before he kisses me thoroughly. I like …
I imagine everyone who has teenage children, or small children who don’t sleep well, will be familiar with having to be quiet while having sex. For years our lovemaking was quiet and hushed. Most of the time our son who still lives at home is online with a set of headphones on absorbed in some game, chatting with a group of friends. This allows some freedom in that I don’t have to be so conscious of sounds I might make when Mr H plays with …
A promise is a childish thing isn’t it? The idea that you can ensure something will happen exactly as you plan. That nothing will prevent it. As adults should we believe such a thing is even possible? I can remember asking my dad to promise he would never leave. He promised he wouldn’t. Then my mum left him and in many ways he did leave. I can remember promising to be friends forever with girls at school. I have no idea where they are today. I …
I like to think I have an open mind. I figure it’s none of my business how anyone else wants to live their life as long as they are not hurting anyone. I find it incredible that anyone feels they have the right, in today’s world, to judge another’s choices. I recognise that I am also lucky to live in a country where men and women are valued equally. Where women have the opportunity to do anything they want to do. When I hear some of the stories …
I have rules. I’m not necessarily great at following them. They started little. I was to be respectful to him. Mr H doesn’t like me swearing and so he expected me not to swear and I was not to role my eyes at him. The first time I asked him to help me by setting a rule was felt strange. It took me ages to work up to it. I had a bad habit and I asked Mr H to help me manage it. I was waking …