I want…

The play
The anticipation
The time
The accessories
The burn
The pain
The toys
The words
The mess
The edge
The over
The float
The release
The fall
The bliss
The nothing

Happy Friday

~ shygirl

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

yes please

Get down on all fours
Sir slips his belt ’round my neck
This is ride or die.

** I’m not really in the presence of death, I just love breath play. Even when Sir isn’t choking me, I hold my breath. Always have. I’m in no real danger, but I like to feel like I am. We are quite experienced with depriving me of air and Sir is very in tune with my actual intake and limits. He eases up if I show real distress. That’s rare. Mostly you’ll find me leaning against the strap, or rope, or hand – pushing that edge. It’s my jam. Looks like He’s pretty fond of my proclivities, too. Lucky me. 💜

Happy happy Tuesday, blogland!

– shygirl