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.
Hi folks, and happy Boobday!
Since it’s April 1st, that means here in the states, it’s April Fool’s Day (is this made-up holiday celebrated everywhere?) and in lieu of the fun nature of the day **note the dripping sarcasm** I’ve decided to spread the foolhardiness to you.
How long we’d been playing was beyond any of us. Had it been 15 minutes? Three hours? None of us knew. All that I did know was that I was beyond aroused. My body was spent, exhausted, but my mind was reeling, ready for whatever came next.
Happy Easter, y’all, if that’s your type of celebration. If not, happy spring day! It was gorgeous here, although I didn’t get to appreciate it. I spent my day either on the couch or wrapped around the toilet with a stomach flu. Nice image, I know.