Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Happy New Year, Happy New Year, May we all… The ABBA song is playing loudly and several people are singing, if you can call the sounds they are making in their drunken states singing, along. Midnight has just sounded and the fireworks are sounding out all around the neighbourhood. Jenny slid into the bedroom and closed the door, she just needed a minute, one moment alone, to cry. Dave was here. They hadn’t told her, her so called friends, they hadn’t warned her that her ex …
“I want you to fuck my ass,” was one of the first dirty things I asked Mr H for, if you don’t count spanking or asking him to be my Dominant. It was also one of the hardest things I have asked for. In fact asking him to do things to me is something I find really, really hard. But why? This is something I ask myself time and time again. Why, why, why? The thing is, I really don’t know. Why can’t I just say …
My arms twisted behind my back, are secured with rope, that winds around my body. I’m dazed, relaxed, swaying slightly with each breath, lost in the feeling you have created. The sound the rope makes as it slides against itself is hypnotic, and soothing; shhhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhh. When you bend me forward, and insert the cold steel ball of the anal hook I whimper, but not for long. It soon warms up with my body heat. This too is secured with more rope, twisting around …
Being in the wrong mindset can ruin a carefully planned scene, and it is as important, for the Dom, as the sub to be in the right frame of mind. If either one of us isn’t feeling it then the chances are it either won’t work out, or it will take a lot of effort to make it work. So, I guess the important questions is: Mindset, what makes it, what breaks it? There are a lot of ways that my state of mind can …
The prompt for Wicked Wednesday is Naughty n’ Nice, and well I do love to be naughty! I would much rather be doing naughty things with MrH than muddling along as a plain Jane; which is how I used to see myself. I decided to make this post a little different, and include a short story for your entertainment (and to give Mr H play material). Stepping into the Light For years I hid in the shadows, I didn’t want to stand out. I didn’t …
I never know what Mr H plans when we play, he has control of that, but this time he pulled out all the stops, spanking and anal, all the things I love. A spanking. He tucked my hair behind my left ear and his hand trailed down my neck to my breast and pinched my nipple. I gasped at the unexpected pain and I looked up at him. His other hand reached for my other nipple and he squeezed that one too – hard. The …
He walked through the door after a long, tiring day, the house was warm and, a welcome relief to the cold. The cats ran to greet him but there was no sign of his wife. He shrugged out of his coat and as he went to hang it up he noticed the folded note with “EAT ME” written on it, propped up against a small bottle of water on the counter top. He picked up the note, there was a snack bar under it, explaining …
When we entered into a D/s relationship, MrH and I talked about our fantasies and it opened up a whole world of sexual play that had been previously unexplored. In our early years I purchased a number of traditional dress up items. A French Maids outfit and a PVC dress were worn with stockings to great effect and MrH’s delight, but having worn them once, having seen them once, MrH would always decline when I asked if he wished me to wear them again. I …
There is nothing I love more than Sunday Surprise Anal Sex; it doesn’t happen often, but that makes it even more special. A Normal Sunday. At 8pm UK time I toddled along to The Safewords Club for the chat. There’s usually a topic but sometimes it’s an open chat. This Sunday things went off on a tangent as a number of us have been lucky enough to receive a gift box from Satisfyer and so we all began discussing and comparing experiences. Part of our …
I asked Mr H a few nights ago to tell me more about what turns him on. I am quite curious to know, and Mr H struggles to articulate these things. Normally when I ask him these questions he responds with “You do,” or “I don’t know what you want me to say,” so I gave him a few days to think about it. What turns him on revealed. This gone Wednesday night, when MrH climbed into bed, he began by saying, “So, you want …