Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Today we went to the seaside with J and his best friend A, (the young lady we have pretty much adopted into our family). As I was saying we went to the seaside. The plan was simply to walk up and down the beach. Feeling the sand under our bare feet, paddling in the sea and soaking up some vitamin D. While we were there A wanted to take some pictures, and so we posed for a couple. Mr H and I walked ahead of …
A wank bank refers to a selection of images that are regularly used for visual stimuli during masterbation. Mr H often refers to some of the pictures we take as being ‘one for the wank bank’ which never fails to make me smile. I mean who wouldn’t be happy to know that their husband finds them to be arousing and sexy? The following is a conversation that happened a few days ago between Mr H and myself, which resulted in one such picture. One for …
The prompt this week for F4FT is the selfie…. a modern phenomenon (at least I think so) as before the age of front facing cameras (and camera phones) a selfie was a virtual impossibility! With a traditional camera, (you know the ones with a film inside not a memory card??) trying to take a photo of yourself meant guessing if you were in frame and then waiting until it was developed to see if you were successful. More often than not you weren’t… I have …
If you had told me 2 years ago that being caned twice a week would be something I looked forward to I wouldn’t have believed you. The use of a cane started on my “Hell no” list. It took a nearly 3 months for it to move to the “I’d like to try” list. I think we started on about 50 strikes. These days I get about 200. I’m sure MrH knows when the endorphins kick in and I head for subspace, as I stop …
I’ve loved my boobs for years. I have a great cleavage, and they have always been show stoppers… I used them to great effects college, especially when there was a debate going on. Leaning forward over the desk and looking at whoever was speaking (fellow student or some lecturers) and they would invariably loose their train of thought. Except MrH. He would keep his eyes on mine and hold his ground. He fascinated me. He still does. He also loves my boobs. Just yesterday he …
Sir- are you thinking of playing with me tonight? I typed the message and hit send. Mr H was in the bath, and I felt horny, as usual. Why? The reply pinged up. I’m horny Sir. And if you’re not planning to play- can I get a toy out? I typed the reply and sent it. I haven’t decided if I will play with you yet. Mr H’s reply came back. I waited, wondering if he would tell me I could play. Quite often when …
Or is that a bra for everyday? @TheKnickerFairy on Twitter is a lovely lady who is an Anne Summers sales consultant. She sells via her twitter account and offers brilliant service and advice! I’ve bought some lovely things from her that Mr H has picked and I have to say I love him taking an interest in my underwear. He picks the set I wear each day and it’s one of the rules that I have to have a matching set on each day. There’s been …
This morning I went downstairs to find my work clothes as I hadn’t put them away after washing them at the weekend. I put my cardigan over my new bra and panties set and when I walked into the kitchen where MrH was making drinks he paused for a moment and admired the view… The look on his face has made me smile all day… Who would have thought a cardigan could be so sexy??
This is something I battle with on a daily basis, feeling sexy. Naked I don’t often feel sexy. I see stretch marks and cellulite. I see lumps and a lack of symmetry. I see surgical scars. What makes me feel sexy? In lingerie, sometimes, it depends on where my head is at. If I’m down all I see are lumps and bumps. Other times I see a curvaceous woman that MrH loves. The angle and filters help of course. Fully clothed I often feel most …
Mr H picks my underwear each day and Fridays I’m not allowed to wear panties (unless otherwise instructed). This week I was told to wear panties as it was cold. 6 months ago I would have argued. Yesterday I simply said “Yes Sir.” But it felt strange. I was aware of them all day, and it’s not like I don’t wear them every other day! Comfort is key. As soon as I can after work I strip off and pull on a pair of pyjamas. …