“If you were in these arms..” Bon Jovi’s voice sings as Mr H pulls my body against his; his arms securing me to him possessively, protectively, and he whispers in my ear “I love you, I’ll please you, I tell you that I’ll never leave you.” Ok so there is come artistic licence in there, but I appreciate his effort. He knows how I am struggling again with the nightmares, and when he hugs me to him like this it always settles any anxiety I …
Sex reconnects us
I feel like there hasn’t been much sex in my blog lately. Well I know there hasn’t. Our fabulous life that I imagined when the children had flown the nest hasn’t materialised yet, in fact, our dynamic feels like it is in need of a kick up the arse. In many ways I have not felt this distant from myself, my submission and Mr H in quite some time. Play time. We haven’t had a good reset in Months. One thing or another has meant …