Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
I’ve been pretty open about how the weight I have gained has really messed with my head. I have such a negative body image I avoid mirrors, social interactions and sex. The pain management program I did a few weeks ago was awful until I realised I could “hide” my image on the screen, and even then I cringed at the thought that these people could see me. Well last night this came to a head and I ended up in tears. Anxiety It started …
I wouldn’t say I really considered myself submissive until recently, rather the opposite, but all that changed when we began our D/s journey. In public I appeared to be more dominant than anything else. I made the decisions in our lives and Mr H would follow along. Submissive to Mr H. When we began our D/s lifestyle, I had no idea where it would take us. We didn’t know what to expect and there was a lot of learning to do, but, one thing I …
Music has always been a part of my life and yet I wouldn’t say I was musically talented. My mum sang to me from the day I was born, a song my grandad used to sing to her, and to this day if she starts to sing it my brothers and I will start yawning. In turn I sang to my boys when they were babies. I do love to sing, but that doesn’t mean I can sing. Loving music. I like to have music …
Well hello 2021. Mr. H and I saw in the new year the way we always do, in bed, sleeping. Real Love. That’s what we have, real love. Not fancy, not glamorous. Just real. The UK is locked down again. Not surprising for most of us and yet despite all the restrictions and warnings from the NHS that it is overwhelmed there were still people selfish enough to protest outside a leading hospital, without masks or following social distancing rules, saying covid is a hoax. …
2020 has kicked our D/s Asses. My chronic pain and all the side effects of that have brought our D/s activities to a resolute stop and it has not only highlighted how much we enjoy them, but how they have become part of our normal lives. D/s, D’not. We used to partake 2 cane sessions each week – Wednesdays and Sundays. As I have lost some of the feeling in my derriere it is no longer safe to do this activity. All D/s activities are …
I think it is fair to say for many people right now life kinda sucks. We are unable to enjoy the freedoms we did in order to ensure the NHS can cope with the number of people that are unwell, and to protect as many vulnerable people as possible. Covid 19 will, I think, be remembered the way we remember the black death and the Spanish Flu, and I for one hope that I do not lose and friends or family to it (touch wood). …
I watched cartoons a lot as a child, I mean, a lot. My youngest sibling was born when I was a few months away from 10 and he became my real life doll. I spent hours entertaining and supervising him when my mum had driving lessons, or when my parents went out, but the character I always identified with most was Taz the Tasmanian Devil. He would spin onto screen destroying everything in his path and no one seemed to understand a word he said. …
Yes I know this quote about fate is blatantly stolen from The Terminator and often quoted but it isn’t really something I believe. I have written before about how I believe our lifes are mapped out and that in many ways free will is an illusion. When we make a choice we were always ment to make it, to take that path. Fate – you can’t escape it. If we accept this to be true, that our lives follow a predetermined path, who then determines …
Brigit has a monthly prompt for poetry and I wanted to join in, but the thing is, I don’t think I am very good at it, so I put it off. For the last few months there has been a poetry form called Haiku. A form of Japanese poetry, Haiku traditionally comprises of 3 lines and 17 syllables. The lines have 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively. It is not a form I have tried before but as you may have realised from yesterday’s education …
In the summer of 1995 I attended the summer fair at my younger brothers primary school. I was there with my friend (I will call her Peggy), who was my ex husbands cousins girlfriend, and our two children were born 6 weeks apart. In a bizarre twist we only become friends after my marriage ended, because she had thought me stuck up. This impression came from the fact that my ex husband would not allow me to talk to anyone; according to him when I …