My husband is all about the little things. He believes that small gestures are really important in creating and maintaining that special feeling in a relationship, and he’s very good about surprising me with little treats, notes, sexy texts, and sweet words. I’ve been trying hard to return the favor although it doesn’t come as…
“Hold still, you’re fidgeting”, He grabbed my wrists and steadied them against His bare chest as He wrapped a red nylon rope around them, securing them tightly together in front of me. “Are you sure he’s even going to like this?” I was nervous and trying to wriggle my way out of the situation in…
“I want to give you something to remind you of what we have and what we stand for while our guests are here this week. Go bend over the end of the bed”. I buried my face into to the sheets breathing deeply, steadying myself, anticipating, a sheen of sweat already building on my palms….
“You have a special task today, blue. You are to give yourself five orgasms before I get home from work, and you are to email me the details of each one”. What!?!? I get to have five orgasms! I am not permitted to masturbate or orgasm without permission, so when I received this text from…
I cry a lot. A LOT. I cry when I’m happy, when I’m angry and obviously when I’m sad. I cry at Subaru commercials and Publix commercials. If Sir is going out of town, I’ll purposely rent a movie that I know will make me cry so that I can enjoy the cry with out…
Yesterday, I walked back in time. I stepped through the door of our home into the filtered sunlight, over the carpet of moss, and down the gravel road bordered by rhododendrons and hemlocks. I meandered down the winding road under the shadow of the big mountain with the sound of the rushing creek in my…
“Go into the kitchen and pick out a wooden spoon”, he said to me as we were standing in the guest room at my mother’s house. I hesitated over the canister on the kitchen counter, weighing my different options, my hand trembling slightly in anticipation or fear, I didn’t really know. A thick one with…
There were two holes on either side of our bed, indentations after years of sleep from his body and mine. I could reach my hand out into the vastness of the king sized sheets, searching for his warmth and not find it. We were alone on each half of our shared space. We thought it…
We just got our internet back! The power went out Saturday night and when it came back on Sunday afternoon, we didn’t have any phone or internet. It is nice to be cut off from the world, but after a few days I start jonesing for it, as much as I hate to admit it….