It’s 2am. I’m awake. Not good. Our eldest son who’s almost 25 recently told me he’s still struggling with depression and feelings of self harm. Although I’ve got him to the medical professionals I don’t know if he’s actually attended any of the follow up appointments, and he refuses medication.
There are times when I feel like I ‘need’ Mr H to push me into feeling submissive. This usually coincides with times when our bedroom play has been limited. I lose the close connection to Mr H, instead I feel distant and disconnected as if I am protecting myself from
* #Submissive Fiction * #Erotica * #Flash Fiction * I approached the reception desk nervously and waited for the receptionist to look up. This was not our usual date night activity. “Hello. Welcome to The Groves, are you checking in?” she asked pleasantly with a welcoming smile. I passed her