valentine equine

I would say we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day because it’s a frivolous, capitalist, Hallmark holiday.


I would say we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day because all that red and pink together is nauseating.


I would say we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day because we don’t need a mainstream day to celebrate our love.


I would say we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day because we are too busy rolling our eyes.


I would say all those things you hear everyone say about Valentine’s Day except…

It would all be a lie.

We do celebrate because what is more fun that giving and receiving gifts?!
We don’t go out to dinner or get dressed up or make a big deal of it, but we exchange gifts and cards. We know it’s silly and we just don’t care! Sir loves getting me things and I love that about him. 🤣 I like giving him gifts too, but I mean, let’s be real here – he’s just not as excited as I am about getting presents.

This year, like every year, we exchange gifts that are family appropriate and also naughty ones, which are my favorite. What did I get last month? So glad you asked! A curry comb (a steel toothed horse comb for deshedding)! For me, it is a great sensation tool, but is heavenly for [careful] impact as well. That is not the first horse-related instrument in our collection – we also have crops, a jump bat, and a bit gag. And so with that knowledge swirling around in my brain, the first use of the comb only had me thinking YeeHaw. I didn’t say it out loud because my sexytime giggly fits aren’t always appropriate, but it was all that was left in my brain.

Happy Monday and Happy March! Take yourselves down to the local BDSM store Tractor Supply and let me know what you find.

YeeHaw!

★ shygirl

thinking [friends?] thursday

Do people have friends?
Real friends?
Actual people in real life?
People they count on and confide in?
Do people have friends that share news with them? Friends that tell you things so you don’t find out by murky facebook posts?
People that check in and check up on you?
The kind of friend that you can tell about your daughter’s new job?
Or more than that…
Do y’all have real friends in this lifestyle?
Bdsm friends?
Meet for coffee and discuss your newest spanking invention kind of friend?
Or less than that…
A compatible soul, steadfast and true?
Just the kind of friend you tell you’re having a rough time and they ask for more information?
Do people have friends these days?
Seems like a wistful exaggeration to me.

I have Sir (who is also my Husband of 22 years) but that’s it.
People I thought were real friends turned out to be something less.
Something a little false, a little conditional, a little… Guarded.
It’s fine.
I mostly don’t miss all of that, but on occasion…
I think it might be nice to have a real friend to talk to, drink coffee with, commiserate and have candid conversation with.
Maybe?
But I’m not sure it exists!
Do people really have friends?


Happy almost weekend! Enjoy your friends, if you’ve got ’em! Please wear a mask though. 😉

-shygirl

next level

Always in control.
In charge.
Taking His time
Patient and unyielding.
Working and teasing.
A well-oiled machine.
It is swoon-worthy.
But then there are times
He cannot wait
He will not wait
Demanding
Instructing me on all fours
His words
‘I have to fuck you right now’
And just like that
He’s in
And I’m over.
That is next-level.
Bliss.

Happy weekend!

– shygirl