Some years ago, T and I said our goodbyes. He got sick, things fell apart. Life happened. Now he and our dynamic have returned. But I’m rusty. We’re rusty. I am not the same submissive and kinkster that I was when I started this blog. I am no longer the same woman. In our time… Continue reading A dynamic returns.
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I’ve been binging and purging. Purging with kink. I know, I know. It’s not good. You’re not supposed to do it. It’s unhealthy. But life gets in the way of “shoulds”. My husband has asked me not to play with others. Hell, he doesn’t even want me talking with anyone! So I was kind of… Continue reading Confession
I don’t know how many days it’s been since I’ve been subjected to a power exchange situation. I stopped counting and focused on my marriage. What I do know is that the itch is starting to get louder. Stronger. I’m starting to miss my kink. I think I’m try to talk to Husband about it… Continue reading Feeling the itch
So for the past month or so T and I have tapered off even more. Largely due to me- I needed to focus on my marriage and wasn’t feeling well mentally. I don’t have the energy to follow rules and even talk everyday. T has been very understanding of course, but he says he misses… Continue reading Little Girl / Big Girl
Lyrics: We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain We jumped, never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny Don’t you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can’t live a lie, running for my life I will always want you I… Continue reading Wrecking Ball – Miley Cyrus (2013)
The title pretty much explains it. Husband and I had another fight last night. He got super angry….the angrier he got, the cooler my attitude got. He called me an ice queen and stormed out. When he left, I sat down on the bed with my daughter and just….started to cry. It happened unexpectedly. I… Continue reading I cried in front of my toddler and it’s bothering the fuck out of me.
I absolutely love being a babygirl. I love being able to call a man ‘Daddy’. I love being able to be silly and playful…and not get strange looks lol. I love my toys- both little and adult ones. I like the pet names that come with my Doms. Daddy calls me ‘kitten’. I love the… Continue reading Random Thoughts
A yawn. Babygirl looked over at him, her beautiful Daddy, and smiled. He was slouched in his seat, shirt unbuttoned around the collar, dark socked feet kicked up on the ottoman. Day old stubble peppered his face. His head was resting on his left hand as he watched The Little Mermaid with her for the… Continue reading Erotica: Daddy and Babygirl
Daddy says I can smell bullshit a mile away. I’m inclined to agree. One of the main pain points of my relationship with my husband is that he’s a stubborn bullshitter. I tell all of the men in my life to just be honest with me. Tell me what you want, and I can work… Continue reading Another Counseling Session
A Little Fringe 