I know it’s been a long time. Too long. And yet here I am, turning to you to about something that has nothing to do with sex. But everything to do with love.
A few months back, my dad died. Somewhat unexpectedly. And it’s rocked my world. It’s been nearly three months and I have made little progress in my grief. If I’m honest, it’s probably worse now than it was in the beginning. And, sure, there’s things that complicate it. The loss of my childhood home. The isolation that death brings to an only child. The devastation of losing a father to a daddy’s girl.
When your sex life is in the slumps, it sometimes feels like it’s easier to just let it go rather than try to fix it. After all, maybe you’re getting a little older. Maybe you still have babies in your bed. Maybe you’re out of shape. Maybe it’s just easier to throw in the towel.
Inspired by Kayla Lord’s Masturbation Monday.
Emily knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. Adam and Jason had been friends for years and this was nothing more than their annual fishing trip. But this year she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. Maybe it had to do with Jason’s recent divorce. Or maybe it was the way Adam teased her before he left about crushing on his friend. Regardless of the cause, her thoughts and emotions had been all over the place since the men left two days ago.
Last week, I was writing an article on blow jobs for a millennial women’s website. I think I know a thing or two about sucking cock (I wrote about it here and here), but, alas, I am dick-less and have never been on the receiving end of a blowjob. But I have a whole lot of Facebook friends who have been, so I decided to throw it out to the masses to see what they had to say.
In a few weeks, it will be five years since I sat down with a laptop on my thighs and started writing my first blog post. What a lifetime ago that was. It’s unbelievable to me, the things that have changed, the ways I’ve changed, my marriage, my career. All because of a little decision to start blogging.
Four years on this blog. Hundreds of posts. Thousands of comments.
And not once have I listed my kinks.
Which is no big deal really, but given how much I like to talk about sex and kinky things, I thought it odd. So to remedy the situation, here it is, a post all about my kinks.
I hate to admit it, but I’m afraid.
See, a few weeks back, Sir and I were having a random conversation about spanking, whipping, and caning, in which He said something along the lines of, “I’m so going to make you safe word.” (Daddy so does not say say the word “so”).
So, as I’m attempting to build my online presence, I’ve been spending a lot of time on social media *read: procrastinating and not working*. And through this, I randomly have random conversations with random people.
What a fucking week this has been. I’m not even going to bitch about it.
Just know it sucked.
On multiple levels.
But there was good sex, and hanging with friends, so really, it wasn’t all that bad.
It was Friday night and I was laying in bed playing on Instagram.
“Girl,” there was a warning in His tone.
“Yes, Daddy?” I didn’t look up, scrolling through more and more pictures of spanking and bondage and thigh highs.