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Bedroom

Of course I have been thinking way too much… I guess I’m always worried I’m going to lose Him.

I said something last week that I should not have about our bedroom dymanic… I love Him being in charge and me being at His beck and call.  Doing anything for Him… I want to continue being His bedroom sub and him my Sir.

There is nothing more I want to do than to serve You, in a way You feel comfortable, accepting me for who I have become and molding me into who You want me to be.  AND I need to accept You for YOU and what you are capable of handling.

The full moon and my ridiculous hormones play such tricks with my thoughts and feelings.  I wish there was a way to turn all that shit off.

I crave Your touch, Your hands, Your wild ideas on how to make me crazy.

I crave Your smell, Your touch, Your sting.

I am devoted and loyal to You.

I love being in your arms, holding me tight becasue I am all YOURS.

Precious P’s Parcel

My friend… he’s amazing!!

Runner

My thoughts are with everyone affected by yesterdays tragic events…

Because I am a runner & wanna finish a marathon, one day. Not sure it will be Boston, but it will be great.

Ottoman pt 2

So hubby & I made our own Ottoman, to fit us….I mean fit sir.  This was inspired by the one we had in the hotel at Christmas.
It is the right height for his hips.  The top is real soft & squishy.  There is 8 places to strap or rope me down.  Ooooo it holds me so tight.  And I fit inside, as sir made a door. 
Sir also wants to make another piece but it will not fit in our master bedroom.  So in the next few months we will be converting the extra bedroom into our playroom.   I’m so excited.  Hubby has so many ideas for this room.

This touched my heart… feel the same way sometimes…

loneyheart

 

Oh just to hold you, to feel your skin touching mine

To feel your warm breath and to hear the beat of your heart

Longing does not always mean the need for sex

It is sometimes just that deep desire to see your face and trace it with my fingers

To run them through your hair and muss it the way i like

Even though that would make you squirm

To loving count your fingers and toes like a mother with her new born child

To stare deeply in your eyes and wonder what thoughts lie caged in your mind

To place my hand upon your chest and see it rise and fall with each breath

That steady and peaceful rhythem

Warmed by your touch to my very core

Not needing more than this

Because in this moment there is peaceful perfection

In the simple act of holding you…

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Dreams

First I need to apologize to my followers for not blogging in a while.  This has a been a crazy month for us.  Every single weekend we have been away & yet we have found time for all sorts of sessions.  Which I will write about in another post.   So you would think that this past weekend we would have some down time.  We were still on the go or at least it felt that way.  Whew!!

Now on to my dreams……

Last week I had 2 nights in a row that I had nightmares.  Of a similar topic and they woke me in the middle of the night.  The disturbing part is that the I can’t remember much of those nightmares.  I remember feeling lost & lonely & confused.  When I woke each night, I reached for sir to hold me as tight as he could.  And did just that.  He grabbed me, held me tight to him and I fell asleep.  The 2nd night took a little long to fall asleep, but manage to & not have the nightmare again.

Now, yesterday morning I woke from a dream about 4:50AM…..
SM was in it and I saw his face, but he was about 20 years younger.  He had salt & pepper hair & beard, not all grey.  He looked much shorter too….  We were in an auditorium & I was with my Mom.  SM was in front, maybe on stage.  He was just going back to his seat & I must have caught his eye.  Cuz he looked up at me and gave this sweet lil wave.  Like I took his breath away.  Like I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Then he had this look on his face, “is that is her… I know that’s her…”  I waved sweetly back, as I was smitten by him too.  I thought to myself, “is that him?”…. Mom looked at me funny & I ignored her like usual.   SM kept looking up at me as all sort of kids/peeps were getting awards for different things.  (Not sure what the awards were for)  And I kept looking at Him too…. Kept wondering will I get to really meet him or will he just disappear…..

I think the reason I dreamed of SM is due to hubby & I talking about him the night before.  I guess it brought up memories & feelings of the past. 

This morning I woke to hubby’s arms around me.  I was dreaming again… I was in a crowd of peeps, lots of peeps.   I did not recognize anyone in this crowd, but I was searching for someone, but who?  Then I felt hubby’s arms around me and I woke up, smiling and feelings of warmth and comfort.

Strange how the past 2 weeks I am remembering my dreams.  That is not normal for me to remember so many in such a short time.  I must becoming clearer.  I know hubby and I are becoming closer and I know it’s due to the structure in the bedroom.  He is getting so much more at ease with dominating me.  I am so drawn to him now, more than I have ever been.  All I want to do is please him.

DM

So we finally met…. after tons of messages, phone calls, drama… we met in Baltimore.

Since we were there for a seminar, she & her hubby drove for over an hour just to have dinner & great conversation.  DM’s hubby is so sweet, you would never know he was her Dom.  We talked about Facebook bullshit, of course, other Dom’s a lil bit only because it’s not really that important anymore, punishments, Petey, how the room Petey set up to keep us safe has been so quiet.  So if your ears were ringing, it was DM & me chatting about ya.

Our hubby’s got along great, too.  I was a lil worried since mine can be a lil shy.  But I think it helped that I have been talking about DM & her hubby for months.

AND YES, they are not crazy peeps, but of course we met in public places, hotel & restaurant.  So if they were crazy, they would have to be REALLY crazy to try anything in public…. I know this was something they worried about too.  Since we met on Facebook & you never know who you will meet, if their pics are real, are they telling the truth about their own lives.   Well, everyone you meet online is NORMAL, right??  But what is normal?  A question I ponder often.

But it was a great night.  They felt like family.  Like I have known them forever.  Wait better than family, cuz I got to pick her.  I guess we were drawn to each other with our like-minded activities including our careers.

Now we have to plan another time & place to hang out. 

We had SO much fun!!

Thanks for a great night, DM & hubby!!

LOVE: hubby &

weird, King, Yours

Love, poopy

He is my King & I am His queen.

PERFECT!

mushy

I’m not really a mushy woman, but as a woman I like to be praised, adored, loved.   I don’t expect much from my hubby on this Hallmark made holiday, but I always hope for something, anything, from his heart and not necessarily ON this day.   I want him to do something because he wants to, not because of this “day”.   The price of flowers, chocolate & cards are crazy expensive! 

His ex-wife kinda ruined this day for me anyway.  She pushed to get married on Valentine’s Day.  Ouch!   I would never want that… I would like our own day, not every one elses day.  And that is exactly what we have, OUR day, actually we have 2 days because we renewed our vows almost 2 years ago.   Our first wedding was for everyone else, family, friends.  We did it in 3 weeks & of course everyone thought we were preggers.  Well, almost 16 years later, still NO kids, but that’s OK.  I guess it was not meant to be.  Then in 2011 we renewed our vows the way WE wanted to, small, quaint, in Disney, of course.

I love my hubby with all my heart.   He is indulging me in this new lifestyle that I have exposed him too and that I crave and I think about all day long and I can’t live without.  Going back to “vanilla” might be REAL hard for me.  How the rush of the pain turns into pleasure.   How that pleasure radiates down to my sex, my core, my most tender wet places, the center of His universe.

Yet, I have asked to do a VERY “vanilla” thing on Valentine’s Day.  Not in the bedroom or revolving around sex.  I want to go to the movies & see a super-natural teenie bobber movie, I would call it a love story.  

SO I guess the older I get, the more mushy I get.  I swear my heart gets bigger every day.  This is the new me.  Emotional, mushy, gooey, corny, sensitive, passionate, LOVING, and devoted.