Earlier this month I wrote about my concerns that I couldn’t orgasm through masturbation any more and quite some time ago I spoke about the change in my relationship with masturbation following the introduction of D/s in my post last Year. What I didn’t say in my broken fingers post, was
This is the word I use to caution MrH. It tells him that I am nearing the limit of my tolerance, that I need him to take things slower, pause, or check in with me. This word doesn’t stop play. This word prompts him to assess my body language, to verbally check
I’ve always liked to know how things work. “Why?” Drove my mum mad when I was a toddler… my boys were similarly curious. Unfortunately, why? has been the root cause of much of my mental health issues. Why did my dad have to die suddenly of a heart attack, aged 51?
If you’re familiar with my blog you’ll be aware that I have regular emotional meltdowns. Subdrop after particularly intense play can feel quite brutal. I feel so needy and desperate for MrH to touch and reassure me but I’m also unable to articulate it well. Usually this results in tears and
By some standards my upbringing was normal. Born in 1974 in a small mining town in South Yorkshire, my maternal grandparents lived one street away and my paternal grandparents had a farm. Until I was 5 years old my life was perfect, if you don’t count the fact that my tiny
They’re obviously really aren’t they? Given my blog? I have talked about these two subjects many times. I guess there have been many, many lightbulb moments over the last 22 months that the introduction of submission has triggered. I’ve felt shame which I have talked about in my post I’m Gonna