Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
In my last post Rescue Me I said I had wanted to ask Mr H to spank me 10 times as hard as he could but I chickened out. Of course putting it in my post meant I could bring it up for discussion, without saying it out loud (a tactic I use when I am particularly embarrassed or ashamed of my requests). When we did discuss it, Mr H responded that he just wasn’t sure. Then later, after his bath, he asked “So, you …
Early in our D/s MrH made me a night collar out of paracord. I love it. I love that he made it and now he has made me a new purple collar. My first day chain wasn’t suitable to sleep or play in so I wanted something suitable for these occasions. MrH is skilled at making things out of paracord and so I asked if he could make me a collar to sleep in and he did. My first collar, was made in just a …
A wank bank refers to a selection of images that are regularly used for visual stimuli during masterbation. Mr H often refers to some of the pictures we take as being ‘one for the wank bank’ which never fails to make me smile. I mean who wouldn’t be happy to know that their husband finds them to be arousing and sexy? The following is a conversation that happened a few days ago between Mr H and myself, which resulted in one such picture. One for …
J went out last night. Not something we were expecting but fortuitous as Thursday night I had asked Mr H if I could book an orgasm (or 2 or 3) for Friday and Saturday nights. Mr H of course pointed out I was greedy but he was also laughing. Early evening I asked if he planned to play and was answered in the affirmative. Chat night During our chat on Wednesday Mr H asked me about oral sex, specifically what he does that I like …
We stayed at a hotel on Tuesday night, which I may have mentioned in my earlier posts, so we could go to the munch without having to drive home afterwards, and because it was Mr H birthday on the Wednesday.. Hotel fuckery As a rule that means we get to have some seriously uninhibited play because we don’t have to worry about our son hearing us. I don’t just mean those noises you make when you’re enjoying yourself, I also mean the sound of Mr …
We have been to the munches a few times, although this year we have not been to many. A lot of that is to do with the distance (it’s a 50 minute drive) and the fact that it’s on a work night (Tuesdays). By the time we get home from work, eat, and drive to the munch we’re tired and have been on the go since 6am. Add to that staying for a few hours, which we want to do as we enjoy it, and …
I’ve loved my boobs for years. I have a great cleavage, and they have always been show stoppers… I used them to great effects college, especially when there was a debate going on. Leaning forward over the desk and looking at whoever was speaking (fellow student or some lecturers) and they would invariably loose their train of thought. Except MrH. He would keep his eyes on mine and hold his ground. He fascinated me. He still does. He also loves my boobs. Just yesterday he …
MrH reads my posts. This is my journal after all and one of its functions is to give him insight into my tangled thoughts. Especially the ones where I haven’t been able to articulate them to him in person. Reading my mind My two recent posts Horny as Hell and Impossible? fall into the that category. Going further back, some of my recent posts (Sexy Cardigan?, Out of it, & I want…. ) were clumsy attempts to tell Mr H that things weren’t right. Of …
This morning I went downstairs to find my work clothes as I hadn’t put them away after washing them at the weekend. I put my cardigan over my new bra and panties set and when I walked into the kitchen where MrH was making drinks he paused for a moment and admired the view… The look on his face has made me smile all day… Who would have thought a cardigan could be so sexy??
There was a song I used to sing when I was little, it was on a record my dad bought me and occasionally it’s lyrics run through my mind. A reminder I suppose of innocent days before my parents separated. It was the B side to the ramblers track “only a poor little sparrow” but I loved it. You can find it on YouTube of course but it’s a poor quality recording. I think it always reminded me of my dad so that’s why I …