i’ll never have time to blog again. Never have kink in my life again. i’m going to become an old, asexual granny who doesn’t even remember what it’s like to squirm with pleasure, to squeal in pain, to scream with delight.
Hey, it could happen!
Sir says this is “the calm before the storm,” and explains that once we are alone again, we’ll be back to our old ways. i’m living for the rare slap on the butt, the occasional night that my ankle is encircled in rope and i’m tethered.
I have a lovely life. Good friends. Love. A fabulous family.
i’m doing fine.
You know what “fine” means in AA (Alcoholics Anoymous) jargon? It stand for
i can never say i’m *fine* without that flashing through my mind. So i don’t usually say that, i say “i’m good.” And then i have a dozen mental add-ons that go through my mind behind that. “Good-enough,” “Good-hearted,” “Good for nothing” – no, not really that last one.
i haven’t blogged in so long i don’t know what to say.
i really am fine. Um, good. Well, good enough anyhow. i miss that part of me that seems to be gone. i hope she comes back…