“Can I give you some feedback on the sex we had today?” I asked my spouse. “Sure!” they said. My spouse loves feedback, which is special. I’m often cautious about feedback; most people are. But my spouse wants to do well and has a strong sense of self. They’re not afraid of what others think:
“You’re safe,” my spouse said. They stopped hitting me. It was a shorter sentence than I had requested. My spouse knows what I want– I want to be safe more than anything. They go to the root. collar We were in bed in the afternoon. I’d asked my spouse to collar me while hitting me.
“There are many ways I could sit on your lap,” Velvet said. I was relaxing on the chair, which has no arms and is wide and slick like leather or pretend leather. The chair was holding my back and huge ass, low to the floor. We had just done ritual, asking our guides to collaborate
Drop is hell. I’ve been searching for ways to be kind to myself. There are cliches of self-care, like chocolate and bubble baths– so inadequate. Drop is like intense drug withdrawal, the worst PMS, the sickest depression. Yes, I feel like I will puke. I’m happy to try reassigning drop. Fortunately, it’s working. the beginning