thinking [back again] thursday

🎶🎶Guess who’s back, back again
shygirl’s back, tell a friend. 🎶🎶

Maybe don’t actually tell a friend – I’m thinking that flying this post right under the radar is probably a better choice.


I took a break…from writing here, and reading. Two months from posting and a little less from reading. WP was beginning to cause me stress and hurt my feelings (don’t ask), so I thought I should step away.

Then I thought maybe I should just shut the blog down. I don’t have anything to say that anyone wants to hear. (poor shy, right?! Gag!) That’s why I’m logged on here right now, in fact. Instead of shutting it down, I’m writing. Sigh. (I’ve said it before, but… I’m a Gemini!)

I’ve actually been writing quite a bit, just in paper notebooks with pencils. Old school.  But! Because I know you are on the edge of your seat, waiting for an update (sarcasm!), I am going to share. You’ve probably already guessed…you’re getting a list! Here goes…


1. Sir and I are good. That’s an understatement, because we are AWESOME. Not just as Dom/sub, but as Husband/wife, life partners, friends, humans, a team… We are fucking fantastic. Do we argue? Of course! Do I mess up about a billion times a week? Sometimes. But the thing about that is… We are still awesome. We still work everything out. We still care and love. Even when we are angry, we are still in love. Yes, we’ve been together 18 years, but we are very actively in love. That’s huge, I think.

2. The D/s dynamic is going strong. There are no breaks. It is what and who we are. I feel confident that neither one of us could ever return to the life we had before this. Sir is Dom, I am sub, forever, in every corner of our lives. D/s simply is.


3. I still have a girlfriend. She is still too damn far away. She brings a light into my life that I would never want to give up. I visited her recently…our time together is not enough, ever. The leaving is hard. I’ve sworn to myself I’m not going to blog about her much, so as not to come off like a crazy stalker (hello, lopsided tales), but she is ever-present in my life, my heart.

4. Travel: I Hate it. As much as I love visiting, I equally miss my Sir. I thought it’d get easier with time. It does not. In fact, the missing him might have gotten worse this last time. I don’t know how to get over it. Reason #57733 for someone moving.

5. The kids? Kidding! You aren’t interested in my children, but they’re good, as far as offspring go. 😉


6. Bedroom and closet activities (and shower, couch, etc)… the fucking… the kink… the spanks… the rope… No complaints from me (well sometimes, but ‘ouch’ and ‘I can’t take it’ are NOT safe words), no details either, but we’ve always been pretty spot-on with the activities!


7. As for me…I’m still a mixed up girl. I try to be a better sub/wife/mother/friend/crafter/person every single day. My feelings are hard to handle, my esteem is shit, my brain takes me away to bottomless pits of worry. But I’m trying to be better, surely that counts for something. Some days, I do alright. Other days, I’m a total failure. That’s life, huh?!

I think that’s it – the very short list of updates. Did I miss anything? Any questions? Are you dying to hear about my children? 😉 Any random ol’ thing you just want to ask? Go right ahead… I need distracting right about now. Oh. No one? That’s alright, too.

Have a happy Thursday!!

thinking [wood] thursday

God, I like wood.

Scratch that, I love wood: hard, unyielding, formidable wood.

Wood gets me instantly wet.

Wood absolutely answers the question “who is boss?”.

Wood brings out the best of my submission.

Wood warms me up, then sets me on fire.

Wood never fails to leave a delicious lasting impression.

Wood pushes me to the edge many times before sending me over, again and again.

Wood makes my heart race and my pussy ache.

Wood clears my mind and sets my heart at ease.


Happy Thursday!!

Thinking [boob time] Thursday


It’s been a long time coming, only a week in the works… I got new boobs today!


I was determined that it’d be a simple, easy recovery from the get go. I may be shy, but I’m also pretty tough… with a high pain tolerance level.

No. Wrong. Looks like I’m a baby.

High hopes fell by the wayside almost immediately.I’m drugged up and in pain. I look like a Lego body under this big ol’ shirt (I don’t dare take a peek) and moving a pillow takes entirely too long. My chest has apparently been run over by a dump truck, and I think they put bricks in there instead of silicon.

Despite all that… I can’t wait to see my real boobs! Because as far as I’m concerned, my sad, deflated tits (thanks, kids!) were the fake ones.

I’m so very grateful to my Sir for making this happen for me and to my little bird for being by my side, despite this intolerable distance.


Happy Thursday, folks! It’s time for my ten minute nap.

~ shygirl 💕