The Wartenberg wheel looks like a silly little pizza-cutter and never fails to make me feel goofy when I’m using it. Nevertheless, I love the sensations and the reactions the wheel elicits.
Did somebody say pizza?
The Wartenberg wheel looks like a silly little pizza-cutter and never fails to make me feel goofy when I’m using it. Nevertheless, I love the sensations and the reactions the wheel elicits.
Did somebody say pizza?
After an amazing month home, I have to go back to my new little neck of the woods. I’ve got to get back to my job (I was fortunate enough to be able to take this long off because we keep our doors closed for May) and I’ve got to start getting ready for all the craziness of the fall (teaching, doing my master’s thesis, eeek).
I’m a little anxious because, in addition to the craziness that awaits me, I’m not sure the next time I’ll be back around to see my family or friends or Sir or this new guy. I’m not even 100% sure if Sir will end up having to relocate for work.
So you can expect some cathartic porn reblogging and intentional dirty distractions for the next few days, I suppose.
Hi can I just dress like this every second of every day?
At one point, while we were in his car, he was on top of me and teasing his cock over my slit. I really wanted him and my resolve on being a good accountable partner was threatening to wane if we kept at it.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “but we can’t.”
“I know. I didn’t ask if I could. I asked if you wanted me to.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.
I nodded, resting my hands up on his shoulders. “Yeah, I really want you to fuck me.”
“I want you to touch yourself later and think about this. I want you to think about me fucking you and I want you to tell me that you did,” he said. “I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I fuck that little pussy of yours.”
So, um, I might have texted him last night about carrying that out. Maybe.
Right now my nails are coral and I love it. Usually, I stick to red, black or stuff in the blue/teal/green family.
I’ve never had a French manicure and I figure maybe one day I’ll give that a try.
It wasn’t really a decision against monogamy as it was a decision to be non-monogamous.
Sir and I were monogamous for a good chunk of our relationship. We were good at it – if there’s a way to be “good” at that sort of thing – and we were very happy.
But we’re also really happy exploring relationships with other people. And while it’s not a matter of the fact that whether we could ever be monogamous, it’s more a realization that we really don’t want to be. I like my Daddy a whole lot and I’m liking exploring stuff with this new partner. He is having a great time with his partners as well.
For as hard as it can be, there’s also some really rewarding things that come with non-monogamy that make it less of the anti-monogamy and something entirely separate. We’re both seeing the benefits of cultivating relationships with other people and seeing how fun, exciting, sexy and fulfilling it can be. It’s no so much that we’re not able to handle monogamy, it’s more that we find non-monogamy, for all its difficulties, really enjoyable.
If you’re looking to be non-monogamous with someone who you consider to be a primary partner, I would even argue that it’s not something you can do until you’re sure you can be monogamous with them. Or, at the very least, until you’re sure that the relationship has established firm pillars of trust and communication. When these things have been established, non-monogamy won’t just test them, but strengthen them. When they haven’t, they’re usually what absolutely destroys a non-monogamous relationship.
Of course, non-monogamy doesn’t work for everyone. But, right now, we’re finding that it works pretty well for us.
Not to mention sometimes we have some pretty awesome threesomes.