My birthday was in December; gifts of love and leather are, of course, accepted. Anyway, at the time, I was busy being miserable over the death of my marriage, moving out into a new apartment, trying to manage the entire situation for my young son, and being eleventy billion months pregnant, so partying like a rock star was not exactly at the top of my list. Regardless, going out to clubs and whatnot has never really been my scene; I prefer intimate conversations or dinner parties, really. But Special K had lined up another sub with whom I play, and had wanted to throw an evening for me of kinky fuckery and debauchery.
These are a few of my favorite things…..
Wasn’t in the right place then, but I’m certainly getting there, so I was happy to entertain some kinky texts and hints at what he and Little Cam Girl want to do. It’s all for altruistic reasons, of course, as everyone knows that a good orgasm will send you into labour. Of course, that’s the theory, and they mean to find out. I think that’s adorable…
€40 says they’re both naked and gagged on my bed before we get an hour into my birthday play party. Place your bets!!
The flip side of all of this, being my Dom up north. He’s wonderful and sweet and caring and has offered to be my birth partner… and I think he’s falling in love with me. He came to visit. He puts my son on his shoulders and plays with him. My son begs to see him, like he does with his father… but he’s not his father, my Dom. And it aches me. It rips my heart into happy pieces to see a great male role model, someone I care for… but, I also know that it can’t last. There will be a final piggyback ride. There will be a last game of chase…Because, this isn’t my home. I can eat the foods and learn the verbiage, but eventually, I’ll go back to my home across the ocean. And it’s a body too wide for him to join me for forever. Too high to climb over, too deep to go under, and I don’t think there’s any real way of going across. There will be a final game of chase, I think to myself, and it splinters my heart. How many relationships will I have to destroy? How many tears will be because of decisions I have to make? Are they the right ones? Are they fair? This isn’t my “forever” home, if I ever had one. If I ever will.
But until then, let’s all enjoy the impending kinky fuckery, shall we, kids???