Happy Easter, bunnies.
tattoos
Yes, it’s past my bedtime.
Yes, I’d probably blush and cry if this happened.
And, yeah, I sort of kind of want it.
Imagine finding this, quite by surprise, midday
after a night capped by one too many
glasses of wine…
I want a butterfly butt!
Craftsmate and Penthouse once made a little joke, much to my chagrin, on a certain tinychat about how people would read and write fan-fiction about them.
Or slash-fic. Whatever. Whatever the fuck this nonsense is called.
Either way, I refuse to let my sex life be co-opted into freaking spinoffs. No. No. No. No. No.
It’s hard sometimes negotiating dynamics.
So, Craftsmate and I are involved in what can be considered a “vanilla” relationship (boyfriend-girlfriend) and a kinky BDSM (chocolate?) dynamic. And I’m happy about both of these. But sometimes we have trouble finding a balance, if that makes any sense. I feel like it’s the basic Secretary-style problem of “we can’t do this everyday”/“why not?” sort of problem, except both of us seem to embody both of those opinions at once.
So, I guess I’m soliciting some of you guys here: how do you do it? Most of my relationships either had very bedroom-only BDSM dynamics and several of my “serious” BDSM arrangements have not been with primary partners. Sometimes, it’s hard to figure out where one dynamic ends and the other begins.
Contributions, anecdotes and advice would all be appreciated. You guys seem to have it together, so lay some wisdom on me.
“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.”
– E. Y. Harburg
“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.”
– ee cummings.
“Sweetheart, what were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Sweetheart…”
“Nothing at all.”
Damn you, Craftsmate, for making me have to rehang half of my dresses and jackets that morning.
But, okay, yeah.
It was a good morning.
Blush city.
My favorite animal being cute.
A gorgeous leg tattooed with a face that looks a little like mine.
Sounds about right.