I’m kind of obsessed with bondage that involves hair right now.
black and white
It’s been entirely too long since I’ve felt totally overwhelmed.
For the people who’ve asked how I like barre:
My review, a month in, is that it can be rather fun.
Just, y’know, not quite this fun.
It’s the gentleness of it that really gets me.
Lately, he and I have gotten better at meeting each other in the middle.
The last time we had sex before I left, I did some of the things he liked. I talked in the third person, calling myself “this slut” and “your girl.” I let him go harder than usual, not just respecting the different things he liked, but embracing them. He fucked me until I was totally sore. I’ve never seen him cum that hard, ever.
As a result, he’s been opening up to some of the gentler things I like. He let me sit on his lap while he brushed my hair. He’s been letting me get kind of Little when we talk and I sense him even enjoying it.
I can feel us sort of settling into this thing with each other where it’s becoming less of this is for you and this is for me and more of us finding this place where it’s just us doing us.
Lord have mercy.
You can’t fault Sweetheart for trying.
This is the stuff I miss the most.
“It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.” ― Gustave Flaubert, Sentimental Education.
The man you want to save you is also the man who put you here to begin with.
#myrelationship
#notinabadway