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Growing together in harmony = Good communication
Continuing on the heels of yesterday’s post, our three-way chat conversation continued, and I think we all navigated it pretty well. It’s hard to have complex “human dynamic” negotiations (especially those that are sexual in nature) without being face to face, seeing body language, being able to quickly gauge tone or emotion. And obviously, more of this will be done when we actually are in the same room. But some “figuring out” of what is expected, who will do what, how, and when, has to come before seeing each other in real life. That’s how we decide if meeting is even something we want to do. And it’s the biggest…
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The Stranger (part 7)
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Emily stood at the entryway to the building with the address from the back of the condom. It was 7:57 pm. She was right on time, as usual. The door opened directly into a stairwell, which meant her destination had to be on the second floor. She took a deep breath, wrapped her hand around the straps to her purse, holding it securely over her shoulder, and walked inside.It was narrow, hardly wide enough for…
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The Stranger (part 6)
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 There was a warm breeze, and it felt heavenly against Emily’s skin. They stood on the balcony, overlooking the downtown street, buzzing with pedestrians and cars, bicyclists, couples and groups enjoying meals and drinks on busy restaurant patios. The hum of life surrounded them, the lights of the city blinking in reds and greens and yellows. A few stars, strong enough to withstand the glow of the city, twinkled above, and the moon was just past full.…
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Two Truths and a Lie
We’re going to do this “two truths and a lie” style…for fun, and in honor of this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt. Below, I have described three possible scenarios. Two of them are situations I’d love to play out with my Dom, and one is not. Which do you think is the “lie”? One I come home from work to find a dress, stockings, and heels put out for me to wear, along with a note that says be ready in 30 minutes. When I pick up the dress, I find a remote control wearable vibrator, a butt plug, and tiny nipple clamps underneath. The night consists of visiting several different…
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The Stranger (part 3)
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Three days later, she noticed her note was gone, and in its place was a piece of paper folded multiple times. Emily carefully removed the yellow tack, but, taking the note in her tentative hold, it slipped from her shaking fingers and fluttered to the floor. She reached out to grab it, just as the door opened and the vacuum of wind pulled the note out the door, down the sidewalk, onto the edge of the curb. It danced there, mockingly, promising to…
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Mouth
I do not use my mouth in the ways I often should…or as effectively. Though I run it incessantly (communicating with others is a large part of my job), I rarely find the words to speak my needs or wants, and I tend to shy away from saying I love you to the people who probably need to hear it most (aside from my Husband and son – I tell them every day). I use my fingers instead. The language in which I prefer to receive love isn’t the same language that I speak it. My native tongue is the written word. It always has been. I can find my…
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Connection
Have you ever been so attuned to another person that you could sense their moods from across the room? It’s not about details – the how or why of a feeling. It’s just the feeling. I noticed Him, on the couch yesterday evening, while I was busy working on a school assignment. Typing away on my laptop, I could feel His body change. He set His phone aside, His legs (normally curled to the side) stretched out and off the couch, and His gaze found the floor. He looked pensive – His head resting on his fisted hand, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed. Something was off. My fingers stopped tapping the keys, as…
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Submission is new every day
Side note: I time block using Google Calendar to plan my days and weeks out in advance, making sure I’ve made room for all the things I have to do and as many of the things I want to do as possible. Something new I am trying this year is to delete activities/events on my digital calendar as I complete them. It leaves me with a blank calendar at the end of the day, and the past is the past. It seriously makes me a little anxious, as I have never done this. I usually catalogue and sort and keep evidence of everything I do. And yet, there is really…
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There are a hundred ways…
There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground. – Rumi There are two days left in 2020, and while our yearly endings and beginnings are a human construct and only psychologically create doors from one thing to another, there is something gratifying about the closure and opportunity that New Year’s brings. I always feel a certain motivational energy at this time of year, and it feels a bit like shedding my skin and letting go of all that wasn’t done to my liking. I hear a lot of talk about how happy people are to be done with 2020, as if somehow, we will wake up on…
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Trust Issues
It’s hard to admit I have trust issues in my marriage. Even sitting in front of our therapist, his direct question hanging in the air between us… Do you trust him? …I wanted to say, “Yes, of course, I do. He’s my husband. Why wouldn’t I?” But instead I gave a very clumsy, complicated answer, trying hard to be as honest as possible ( one does that when one is paying a fortune to get advice from a nationally acclaimed sex therapist…one cannot afford to waste minutes like little gold coins): I trust him in lots of ways. I trust him with my life…with our finances. But I guess I…
