So our house sale fell through, for a second fucking time. We haven’t had sex in, like, 2 weeks, and our Saturday belongs to youth soccer. Conditions are not ripe for “re-connection,” and I’m sort of dreading Sunday’s “Marriage Talk,” as He’s been alluding to it all week (We’ll talk about it Sunday…). Might as…
I don’t write about our life enough. I mean…if stories really do matter, as I propose, then I should probably be letting you into mine more often. What kind of blogging role model am I being if I don’t. I think the worry is that I must polish everything that I write and offer my…
I’ve been pretty off my game lately. The move, going back to work…all of it has had me back-asswards and stressed out. And it has definitely, just like Mr. D suspected it would, gotten me off my D/s game and squashed my sex drive. This weekend, Mr. D woke me up in the dead of…
I am very much a creature of habit, routine and ritual. In fact, if I were a fantasy being, I’d likely be a Hobbit, comfortably snuggled up in my Hobbit hole with books and pets and food and wine. Because for me, “adventuring” is just not really a major life draw. Sure, I crave…
There have been many times when you have asked me to submit further..not just kneel at your feet or present on the bed. I mean really submit. Give you everything. From inside. And I’ve tried, many times, letting go just a little more every time I make it a priority. But, last night, I want…
