I had some kind messages of support after posting this last week. I wanted to share that I have found that I love myself just as I am. As well as my many kinks, even the less acceptable ones. Even if that love don’t feel like it should, according to the fairytales of our (my) childhood. This is more real, more fitting. For me, at least.
Here is a snapshot into my sinful Sunday last week…
A wonderful day of lust, pain and sharing my love in the best way I know how. By doing my best to please him. And I believe now that he is doing the same in return. We may not say the words, but we show them, every day. That feels better, safer, more powerful for me somehow.
But what happened on this blissful day?
Suffice to say, he broke my cane! In a most unconventional way….
But at least he didn’t break my heart. He has always shown that such care and attention with this fragile toy.
More on these stories when I catch up to last week in my timeline of tales, but for now I hope you enjoy the sneaky peek.
The heat of these welts, for example. Coupled with the intensity as He burnt them into my skin while dripping his cool sweat onto my singing flesh.
Yup, sometimes, sometimes love don’t feel like it should.
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