My yoga teacher shared this quote with us in class today, and it resonated with me enough that I thought I’d use it to help me respond to Marie’s Wicked Wednesday prompt regarding time-management. Not long ago, I’ve written several posts on planning, goals, and time-management over the past few weeks, and I do spend…
For many of us, setting goals and making plans is the foundation of hope. And hope is the thing with feathers, yes? Hope is made up of our dreams…and a dream deferred is…well…sometimes necessary (given our current circumstances) and sometimes a way of subconsciously sabotaging our hope. Expect Slip-ups As we begin this new year,…
Yesterday, I sent Him a text: “It’s no-panty Friday and I’m itching for your cock…and your hand on my ass…” Along with this image (which I also posted on Twitter): He didn’t say anything about it, and we just hung out on the couch drinking coffee, reading, and waiting for the youngster to head off…
It was a very gray day, indeed. Rain beat against the roof in fits and starts, sending Edward into a reverie of a time when he’d once convinced his young children that the sound was the pattering hooves of Santa’s reindeer. Those very children would be bringing their own children to dinner, and his lovely…
A wish isn’t enough. Neither is an intention. Those are weak, too easy to forget. No. I’m making a promise. I crave the perfect balance between naughty and nice in our sex life: fucking and making love, kink and romance, petting and spanking. But, it’s hard to know when I’ll crave what. That’s what drives…
I’m a cyclical creature. A creature of habit. A creature of of comfort. And when life overwhelms, I have a tendency to go inward to rest and rejuvenate. Sometimes it takes a weekend. Sometimes several months. I’ve talked about my “cycles” before. They drive my Husband mad, because these cycles directly impact my writing, and…more…