Clue, don’t cha know. I should get a clue by now. That fantasy is way better than reality. Always.
I have been in a relationship with a vanilla man for 5 years now. I know that it’s “healthy” for me. But I’d be a liar to say I don’t miss the intensity of what I had living the D/s lifestyle. I was never in a 24/7 TPE. Pfffft. I was too feisty to submit beyond the bedroom. I have pangs to return to kink from time to time, especially when I read others’ blogs. It brings back memories. Some good, some not. I still make my pilgrimage back to my blog on alt.com to see what my buddies are up to, even if they don’t see me looking.
I think the most fucked up thing I ever let my Dominant do was to shove his Walther PPK .32 caliber handgun in my pussy.
When I showed Lee the photos of that, she didn’t even blink. She was more interested in how I felt about sharing this with her. Typical. It’s always ‘how do I feel’. Hell I don’t have feelings much these days, I feel empty.
What’s to feel about it? It’s a photo. I have many more in the same vein. She asks the wrong sorts of questions, it seems. Or maybe I’m the one just not saying enough. For instance I never told her that I recently called my former Dominant.
Two steps forward and ten-thousand light years back……least that’s how it feels tonight.
Everyone knows Miss Scarlet was a whore and everyone knows Professor Plum was doing her.