Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
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 …
This week Wicked Wednesday is asking ‘what keeps you going? What do you believe in? I believe in me and I believe in Mr H. But mostly it is Hope. Hope keeps me going. I hope that my boys will find their way, hope that my back pain will one day be if not gone all together, be reduced enough that I can live a normal life, and hope that someday we will all exist without the need to hurt each other. I believe in …
When I saw the prompt for Wicked Wednesday I knew exactly what to write in order to answer the question, “who helps you to be the better version of yourself, only because they are in your life? Who strengthens you, motivates you, supports you, knows you like no one else?” The answer for me is quite simple, Mr H. He makes me. From the moment he came into my life in 1995 he changed my world. I fell head over heels in love although it …
I am a little pervert, I will admit that. Whenever I can I sneak a peek at Mr H’s body; when he gets dressed or undressed, when he is in bed. I wake up on and off during the night, because of the pain and when I get back in bed I will reach out for him. Touching him relaxes me, even if it is just his arm. Sometimes I will peek under the covers at his bottom and last night I took a couple …
We have talked a lot following my post Hairy Pussy and Prioritising Intimacy. Earlier today I asked if he had a plan for this afternoon, I confess I was really hoping his answer wasn’t going to be doing the laundry. It wasn’t. I plan to fuck you stupid, was his reply. The plan in action. When we had eaten lunch Mr H instructed me to get naked and I obliged. He put my play/sleep collar on and told me to turn around. He pulled me …
Yesterday’s post Hairy Pussy resulted in a long discussion between Mr H and myself. Probably one that was very overdue, well there is no probably about it really. I have written about how we have not made the effort we should, and again and again said we would, but we haven’t. We have not focused on ourselves, we have not been prioritising intimacy. Not really, and definitely not consistently. Life gets in the way. 2019 was not a great year for us. My back pain …
This song has had a lot of coverage in the last couple of years. After the Manchester Arena bombing it was sung over and over in tribute to those who died and as a reminder that the people of Manchester would not be beaten by acts of terrorism. It isn’t really a favourite of mine. I haven’t really been an oasis fan ever but when I saw this weeks prompt for food4thought I wasn’t sure what to write and this this morning as I was …
When Mr H kisses me, deliberately, thoughtfully, I go weak at the knees. Sometimes we exchange the familiar daily kiss, and they have their own magic, but when he takes his time, hmmm those are the special erotic ones. The way he makes me feel. Sometimes, he will stroke my face, taking my chin in his fingers and tipping my face to his. Beginning gently, becoming stronger and deeper. His hands moving down my body to hold me tight. I usually sway against him, clinging to …