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Initiating sex (active submission)
I’ve never been much good at initiating sex or being very creative about it. But, as I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I’ve been pretty horny recently (don’t know if there is some special alignment of the planets I’m unaware of…or maybe the world is coming to an end…), so I’ve been taking advantage of that feeling to step out of my comfort zone a bit and ask for things when I want them. For example, I woke Him up with a blow job the other day, when normally I would have stifled that feeling and gone about getting ready for work. I would have talked myself out of it…told myself…
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Submissives have needs, too
“The paradox is that the needs of the master are not, in fact, superior to the needs of the submissive. Rather, they share equal importance.” – Kacie Cunningham All humans have basic needs: sustenance, rest, shelter, love and belonging. And most of us have needs for things like entertainment, purposeful work, and community. But each of us has specific needs. And within us, each of our parts has needs. For example, I have needs as a wife, as a mother, and as a friend. All of these needs are different…and some even contradict the needs of others parts. As a submissive, my needs are as follows: 1. I need to…
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My Submissive Identity
It’s always good to reassess your goals, and this is usually the time of year a fair lot of us begin this process…in preparation for the new year. This has been, for the most part, a fairly unlikable year, and, as stated in earlier posts, it has led our marriage right into a dark pothole…one we seem to keep running into. We’re fine. Don’t worry. Sometimes hitting a pothole on a crappy road reminds you to either drive more carefully, find a new road, or get out a fix the damn potholes. Our method du jour is sex therapy, which is going well. And as such, it has reminded us,…
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Submission is its own reward
We’re finding our way back. Slowly and by feel. It’s somewhat like wandering around a giant house at night looking for light switches. We’ve lived here a long time, and we know where all the obstacles are, though occasionally we stub our toes on things that have been added or left out of place. And even when we find the lights, sometimes the power is out and it does us no good. The light, too, has a particular quality. It can be glaring and flourescent…or soft and glowy. Sometimes it’s so dim it mimics dusk, shadows creeping in from every side. But we know, without seeing, how to find it.…
