Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
I have now spent 9 weeks pretty much lying in bed and my usual underwired bras are not practical wear. I prefer to go braless as much as I can, for as much as I love the appearance of a bra and the silhouette and cleavage they provide, there is nothing so comfortable as taking them off! Having said that, while my boobs can hold their own when I am sat or stood, once i am lied down they do tend to wander off, and …
Respect is, in my opinion, one of the cornerstones required for any relationship, not just a D/s one, but how we show that respect can be different from person to person. If an outsider looked in on Mr H and I in the middle of a D/s play session they may feel he shows me no respect at all, for what husband with respect for his wife would call her his slut or whore? Well, one who knows that in the right context these words …
Well metaphorically speaking anyway! I have endured and overcome many things in my life so far. I have written about most of these things before. No matter what has been thrown at me, I have with determination and perseverance, continued to live my life and to be kind to everyone I meet. Despite my childhood, my children’s mental health challenges, and my own daily struggle with pain and depression, I have persevered. A pig headed, probably irrational, desire to believe that this is not going …
Edge Play, in terms of BDSM, is play which can be seen as extremely risky. Within the BDSM safety is considered paramount, and most practitioners subscribe to either Risk Aware Consensual Kink or Safe Sane and Consensual, edge play is known to be the activities which push the edges of what is safe. Kinky defines it as: Edgeplay refers to BDSM activities that are considered risky, or on the edge of what might be considered safe, sane, and consensual. The definition of edgeplay is subjective …
I never thought of myself as an anxious person growing up, but then again, I was extremely proficient at being the child my parents expected me to be in social situations. My mum was “painfully shy” as a child and was determined that I would not be. From a young age she pushed me into social situations, pushed me to talk to children, to perform tricks front of adults, (reciting poems/singing songs) all with the belief that this would not make me shy. Instead I …
I have a love hate relationship with my body. Mostly I hate it; sometimes I love it. Mr H on the other hand has always been steady in his adoration and admiration of it. He tells me quite frequently that he loves curves, especially my arse, usually accompanied with a loving squeeze. A few years ago, after my hysterectomy I finally started to lose weight. I had gained so much weight while my back was bad, and from the pain medications that I was very …
Cheryl had taken special care with her appearance tonight and James appreciated the effort. It was not often they managed to get a sitter so they could go out alone and he felt awkward as he carried their drinks to the table. She was looking at her hands, fidgeting with her wedding ring, and he knew from her posture she was nervous. “Here you go,” he said placing the gin and tonic in front of her. He sat at her side so he could take …
I have seen a number of bloggers asking the question on Twitter “what do you want to see more of on my blog?” They ask their readership to guide them, and I assume this is because they seek to please their audience. My reply is always “write what you want to write about, people came to your blog to read what you have always written – so there is no need to change your content.” I believe this to be true. You, my wonderful reader, …
After work on Monday, Mr H took me to the supermarket. We used our blue badge to park in the disabled bays, and I used my wheelchair for the first time outside. It wasn’t a long outing, and perhaps it isn’t really a date but we were together and out of the house! I urged Mr H to walk slower at one point so it wouldn’t be so quick, but being out in the fresh air, for just a short time was lovely. We haven’t …
This week Wicked Wednesday is asking ‘what keeps you going? What do you believe in? I believe in me and I believe in Mr H. But mostly it is Hope. Hope keeps me going. I hope that my boys will find their way, hope that my back pain will one day be if not gone all together, be reduced enough that I can live a normal life, and hope that someday we will all exist without the need to hurt each other. I believe in …