Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Today is my birthday, and I am 45 years old. I don’t generally celebrate my birthday, I’ve had so many disappointing birthdays where people I thought were friends cancelled plans with me that I learned to protect myself by not making any. 21st birthday Take my 21st birthday, at the time I had only 1 close friend, and we had planned to go out for a night of dancing. The day before she told me she couldn’t make it, I can’t remember the excuse she …
Mr H likes making things, although he is never fully satisfied with the outcome I think the things he creates are beautiful. Within a Kink context, MrH has made me collars, jewelry, accessories and he has made himself impact toys. When he starts a new project he gets out his crafts box, working away and concentrating. I can see the calm enjoyment settle over him and the happiness when the project is done. He has made things with paracord and chainmaille (aluminium and Sterling silver). …
Today J is heartbroken, fuming and disappointed. The university rescinded the offer of a place. They have given him 3 reasons for their decision. One of his qualifications wasn’t what he thought it was and so he doesn’t have the required UCAS points to automatically qualify. The man who processed his application made a mistake and put that he had a level 3 qualification which he doesn’t. When the course tutor reviewed the application they decided that he didn’t have a strong enough background yet. …
Today we went to the seaside with J and his best friend A, (the young lady we have pretty much adopted into our family). As I was saying we went to the seaside. The plan was simply to walk up and down the beach. Feeling the sand under our bare feet, paddling in the sea and soaking up some vitamin D. While we were there A wanted to take some pictures, and so we posed for a couple. Mr H and I walked ahead of …
I’m drained. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally. I want to curl up and cry. Mr H knows I’m not ok, and he’s worried but I don’t know how to fix me, I don’t know what I need. I feel distant and disconnected, from myself and everything. The last few weeks (months?) have caught up with me. Drained by life. I’ve had a few friends I haven’t been able to connect with/talk to because, well they are busy and have their own things to deal with, but I miss …
My last post Blah talked about how I was feeling a bit off and how MrH had read over my shoulder that I “wasn’t in a good place,” which prompted him to start a conversation about it. I amended the original ending to include that we had talked, and went on to say what I should have perhaps said. MrH didn’t see the altered ending. But…. I nipped to the loo. When I came back he was waiting with my night collar. He changed my …
Last night Mr H played with me. He enjoys performing oral on me and although he has initially told me I could touch him, as I tied my hair up he changed his mind. He spread my legs and began. Unfortunately it didn’t go well. I was lied awkwardly. I have a body pillow, it keeps me comfortable at night. I was half on half off the pillow, laid at an angle. I should have spoken up. The TV was still on. The noise was distracting. I …
It’s Mr H’s birthday today and if you read my post Conundrum you’ll know I wanted to buy him a surprise gift and didn’t know if I would manage to keep the secret….. Well I did. Although I was like a kid on Christmas Eve yesterday trying to persuade him to open his present early – but Mr H stayed strong 😂 The big reveal So, I hear you ask, what did I get him? A Samsung Galaxy Watch. And he likes it 😁 I …
One of my tattoos is a black cat. When I got it it represented my new found sexuality and femininity, as I had not long since met MrH, and I felt sexy and very attractive. I sometimes joke that when it was first done it was a kitten…. and when I put on weight it became a panther; having lost weight it’s now an adult cat! MrH isn’t a fan of my tattoos. I mean he has asked me not to have anymore, but wouldn’t …
Mr H’s birthday is this month and we are booked into a hotel the night before. We will attend the munch at The Townhouse and then head back to the hotel. Mr H will wake up on his birthday in the hotel, and this also marks the start of a week long holiday. Yes I’ve gone and done it… 5 whole days off work… (well 9 if you count the weekend). You would be forgiven in thinking that it’s strange I would be going to …