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. …
How to cope when your D/s becomes D/s Less
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 …
A Twist of Fate.
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 …
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 …