i feel – out of sorts. That’s a nice way to put it, right?
i feel fat and ugly and inadequate. And lonely.
i know, i know, i’m not. Not alone, not inadequate, not ugly, just a little bit fat. i know. What’s your point?
i said i FEEL. i didn’t say anything about the facts. So just hush.
Cranky. i’m cranky too.
Yeah. That’s all i have to say right now.
Actually though, everything has been pretty ok. Sometimes real ok. i mean, i know i’ve been quiet for a long time, but everything’s been ok.
But it’s been a while, you know. A while since there’s been any D/s or real kink. No i’m not even getting tied up at night.
It’s our pattern, right? Some wonderful space and time, and then it goes down, down, down and i don’t’ even notice for a long time because i love him and i’m happy with him. With Him.
Yeah. Then suddenly i’m not ok. i don’t know why. Maybe it has nothing to do with the reduced kink, right? i’m still ok with Him, it’s not that. i’m just out of sorts.
i need to not be mundane. i need to be spanked, seriously spanked. i need to be tied up and restrained. i need to be out of control, under His control, taken and used…
i know. Ask Him for what you want. Talk to Him. i KNOW!! Maybe i would. He’s not here right now. When He comes home, His son will be with Him
Tomorrow we have more company. Good company, overnight. Then Sunday some work to do on the house with someone coming to help. Then the weekend will be gone.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday…
Maybe next weekend.
i know, i’m a spoiled brat, i live with Him, blah,blah,blah…
See, cranky and mean.
And fat. Did i say fat?
And whiny. i hate when i’m whiny.