Sometimes, Things Fall Apart

Today seemed totally normal. Had "normal" sex, nothing crazy. But then, it happened. I completely broke down. He was in the shower cleaning up and I sat in the middle of our bed, sobbing into my pillow. I have no idea what was wrong but I felt, I don't know....  Surely I'm not the only one that has felt violated for no apparent reason. Let me make this abundantly clear.... I never put out any sign that could even be faintly construed as a "no", much less actually saying "no". I didn't feel the need. But after, I felt things that I've never felt after a consenting interaction with another adult. We talked it out. Will talk more tonight after the little goes to bed.


Went to see my favorite band of all time the other night and had quite the session afterwards. Something about being held down with him in my throat that just soaks my thighs.... We've almost gotten to fitting his entire fist in my ass. We're {this} close, just have to get past that thumb knuckle bone.

Haven't done any product placement lately. We bought this awesome lube. It's pretty effective. The only reason (probably) we've gotten as far as we have with the fisting project. It works well as a lubricant and as a numbing agent. The cons I've found are that it makes him numb as well, so that's not great. But it does work well for ass-play type activities that don't require multiple-person stimulation. (Prolonged plug-wearing, fisting, extreme insertion, etc.)


XOXO
K

Back from the Dead

It's been a few moons since I've shown my face around here, we'll see what the old girl's got up her sleeve.


My darling little girl is two now, I've gotten divorced, found a new man (completely vanilla), corrupted said new man to turn into a top (working on turning into a full-fledged Dom), and moved across the country.

Now onto the juicy stuff that people read, or used to read this blog for!


My ex-husband/ex-Dom (we'll just call him my ex) made a deal with me, that if I did whatever he wanted one night per week until a certain date, he would let me leave. I knew that if I left, my quality of life, and my daughter's, would improve greatly, so I had to take this deal. Now, I'm not sure when this happened, but my ex changed. He went from exclusive Topping, to, well..... his new thing is drinking urine. From the source. Which I guess is on the short list of "shut up, that's not so bad... You got it easy!" And I know. I totally got out easy, but it's still weird. I was expecting my ass to be torn to shreds or having his gentlemanly bits forced down my throat... but no. He just wants me to pee in his mouth? Seems more like a bottom thing, but........ Who am I to judge? Needless to say, I moved 5 states away and am thrilled to never have to see him again.

My new man is, or was, completely vanilla. Just sex, with lots of kissing. I'm not a big kisser because of certain traumas I've endured, so we've found ways around it. But in the past month or two, I've taught him the joys of anal fisting, butt plugs, and prostate milking.... and he even takes a few punches at my haunches every once in a while! He makes me truly happy at least 89% of the time and even when I'm mad at him for playing World of Warcraft for the 17th hour in two days, he more than makes up for it when he lets me, no.... makes me cum multiple times. I'm getting to live the life I've always wanted. I get to pretend that I'm a 50's housewife. I have the privilege to stay at home, cook meals, clean the house, and raise my child. And when He comes home, I get to serve Him. The universe truly does provide.




I will start getting better about keeping my blog updated now that I have things going on again. I mean, I really missed you guys!

XOXO
K