Yesterday was really good, but it was very serious!! Today, is all about light, happy feelings and I’m thinking about sex.
I am always thinking about sex, in one way or another. Sometimes, sex is funny…
Like when you are going at it rough and dirty and your Sir nearly falls head first off the end of the bed…
Or when you are on top, He is guiding you, you are losing your mind – and then you fall sideways. Yep, you totally fall off the dick…
Or maybe you are in the shower, folded in half, hands on ground, anal action in full effect and you turn your head at just the wrong angle and proceed to nearly drown.
Surely this isn’t just me?! We have MANY of these little mishaps, but never have they ruined the moment. I am a laughing girl…and I totally crack up when things get silly, all the while begging for more. This would probably be pretty funny to watch – me laughing so hard while Sir gives it to me, chuckling himself. I’m laughing now just typing this. There’s always the point where the laughing just stops because Sir’s mission, I think, is to fuck the funny out. Good stuff.
Share a story, laugh with me (or at me!) and have a great Thursday!
On a totally unrelated side note…We put my new collar to use last night, along with my cuffs, the crop, and some toys -no laughing involved.
Silence. It is a tricky thing.
Sometimes the silence is welcome… a soothing calm, floating on gentle waves.
Other times, the silence is a soundless scream, falling into the abyss. That silence will overwhelm, that silence will hold you down and control you. That silence will squeeze your heart, restrict your blood flow, all the while pretending to make you strong.
Today, I broke it. Twenty three years is all it took, and I just up and decided that I cannot grow anymore if I am bound by the tortuous silence. So, I did what any person would do…I wrote it down. The basic, dirty, painful, unfair details went on the paper. I did not cry – there are no tears left for this. I wrote it as best I could remember, trying not to embellish or warp, as the years can sometimes do. This traumatic, life-altering event that sent me down a rotten path took up about 3 and a half pages. Three and a half pages that have taunted me for years…how are there not more?
So, I wrote this thing that I have never told anyone and I asked my Husband/Sir to please read it…and then destroy it. He did. He was sad, I didn’t want that. I just needed to let it go because I have to be done with it. Suddenly, I could not shoulder it alone for one more second.
Maybe that wasn’t fair to my Sir…maybe I should have taken it to the grave. No. I did the right thing. I know this because today I’ve been floating on air and for the first time I can remember, my shoulders have no knots.
It is a tricky thing, that silence. I finally found my voice and put that 13 year-old girl out of her misery. Bring on the noise!
My Husband’s birthday is later this week and we have a date night tonight to celebrate. My parents are taking all the children, OVER NIGHT! This does not happen often, in fact this only happens about four times a year. We have no real plans, other than dinner, but we are VERY excited!
Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!!!!