AlphaSubSnow

Happily owned by and madly in love with my Fix @billfix. I am his Missy. me: neicie/D. 18+ blog. adult content- if under 18, leave this blog. female. not into sexting. feel free to ask me stuff.

[triskeleaficionado]

[alphasubsnow]

As someone who has driven the same Element for 14 years, I approve. And I am kinda mad that I never thought of it.

[alphasubsnow]

Getting Older and BDSM

Well, @billfix and I have birthdays coming up. He’ll be 46 and I will be 48.

The sex is outstanding. The romance is top notch. The laughter is wonderful. The love is just flat out amazing.

Age doesn’t matter. Not really. I mean… I have to kneel on a pillow and list toward my good knee, but… it’s still awesome. We get winded and sometimes need to switch it up while fucking because one position can get uncomfortable after a while… But then again, we take our time and it’s anything but boring. Compared to the “2 minute frenzy and then flatline” lovemaking of my youth, I will take our (hot as fuck) actual hours of fooling around.

Also, it’s important to remember that falling in love feels just as amazing no matter how old you get. Also, one benefit of being older is that older folks tend to know themselves better. If we are lucky, life experience has taught us a lot. Bill and I joked the other day about wishing we had met 25 years ago, but at the same time kinda liking that we made a bunch of mistakes with other folks and not each other. It was funny. It was also true serious. We are human and neither one of us is perfect. We are both way more together now than we were when we were in our 20’s figuring ourselves out and fucking up until we got it right. So, there’s that…

Anyway, getting old sucks because your body starts to be like an old car. But, that’s a lot to do with how you take care of it too. Getting old is awesome because you have perspective and a lot life’s drama is out of the way.

I was way too shy and insecure to have a healthy D/s relationship in my youth. Right now is the perfect time for me. I love right now. Right now, on the edge of 48, I am blissfully satisfied with my kinky life.

So don’t sweat age so much. It’s not as big a problem for BDSM as porn would have you believe. Also, older boobies look amazing in rope. Just saying…

[flashdoggy]

Happy Birthday!

You have it right. I’m in my 60s, my Sir is in His 50s, we met about 5 years ago and are still going strong. Sure, there are things our bodies can’t do any longer but the dynamic is in attitude, not just activity. Healthy D/s can and does exist as we age. Here’s wishing you both a long and happy life together!

[alphasubsnow]

This is wild. I wrote this 4 years ago. It's still all true. Funnily enough, I am typing this in the tub while I soak my hip in hot water. Things got very... Vigorous last night and again this morning. I'm sore. Lol

I'm amazed at how many people have responded to this post. It makes me really happy. I'm so glad it resonates with people. I wish everyone (who wants it) a wonderful sexy life and deep romance!

[depsidase]

[alphasubsnow]

I feel this way about Heilung's Anoana right now.

[alphasubsnow]

Update 6/17/2022

I just wanted to swing by here and say that things are good. I'm not a person who lives without struggle or goals or political opinions. I am a person, however, that really doesn't like to put all that shit out on social media. So I'm just going to say that my Sweet Sir @billfix is awesome. Our home and our land is awesome. I'm saddened by a recent loss, I'm annoyed by perimenopause, I really like my job, when it gets too busy, sometimes I have workmares at night, those are not fun, but it's all good. I'm not currently having any workmares, and this is fine by me. I'm about to turn 52. This will be the first year I have a birthday without my twin sister. This sucks. Deeply. But again, it's all right. I'm a lucky person and I really like my life.

I'm wishing you all well. I wish you good healthy food and adventures in nature and good fortune and laughter and love.

And also because this is Tumblr and this is sort of an occasionally kink type blog I will say this: It's okay to be kinky I hope you all are enjoying yourself. Your pleasure is important. Your partners pleasure is important. Be safe, make good choices, and just, in general, enjoy your life. It's yours. Don't let stuff like social expectations, nonsensical religious guilt bullshit, noise ordinances, and stuff like that take the joy out of it.

Wassail!

D

[everythingfox]

What breed of fish is this

(via)

[possit-de-tenebris]

@instructor144

[instructor144]

A dogfish. Clearly.

[alphasubsnow]

Pupper Fish!

[dankmemeuniversity]

[guiltyidealist]

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

[nkp1981]

Mark Hamill’s autographs are hilarious

Part 2 of the autographes: https://bit.ly/3CFiHzc

[everythingstarstuff]

[catchymemes]

[ydrill]

I genuinely love all those comments on this video

[gomi-chandesu]

Would like to formally apologize to the animation team behind the OG scooby doo. I thought this shit was just cheap animation, they really did just dance like that back then.

[instructor144]

God help us, we did …

[alphasubsnow]

This video silent is cool. This video with sound is magic! My day has totally been saved. My mood? Totally uplifted. Lol

[no-longer-another-bondi-blonde]

[instructor144]

I actually think this is a brilliant idea! 

[alphasubsnow]

I would totally be down for teaching arts and crafts to my supporters. OnlyGrans would be my retirement fund. Right on!

[voiceofnature]

Hugin (The Raven’s Nest) is located 280 meters above Sognefjord, all by itself. A unique treehouse with a Norse expression which are inspired by the Norwegian stave churches Urnes and Borgund. A lot of effort and more than 30 000 hours of work was put into carvings and artistic design to create the right atmosphere.

[welcometothetightrope-deactivat]

@instructor144

[instructor144]

I would totally live there.

[auroradragon1]

Ready to move in now!

[alphasubsnow]

So beautiful!

[everythingfox]

Cat and snow

[alphasubsnow]

Here is some beauty, while I sit here warming my car up on this freezing assed day. :-)

[beardedmrbean]

X

[ampervadasz]

[inappropriate-sadist]

You’ll not regret: sound on

[alphasubsnow]

This brings me joy.

[alphasubsnow]

Submission, Housework, & Working Full-time

First I will remind/acknowledge that @billfix and I have a pretty casual protocol. From the outside, it probably just looks like a slightly more "traditional" domestic arrangement. And that's pretty much what it is. We have an understanding that he's the head of the household, but my opinions snd preferences matter to him. He is not a tyrant. I am his valued partner.

That all said, I both love and hate that he does housework. I love it because I #1- cant do it all. #2- feel cared for. #3) really enjoy his cooking! I hate it because I feel guilty. He doesn't make me feel bad. I make me feel bad.

But. There is balance. We have what I think is a healthy dynamic balance of me feeling pampered vs me feeling guilty/like a failure. When he helps around the house, it helps me not to fail. I feel supported and it helps keep me from feeling overwhelmed by how much shit there is to do. With his help, I have more energy and time to do more myself. For instance, I was vacuuming at 6am today and my mental state was one of gratitude and happiness because I was making the house a nicer home for my Sweetie. If I was exhausted, it would have been me feeling #1- stressed because I can't catch up on everything, #2- guilty because I am failing at doing everything, #3- generalized resentment, #4- guilt and shame over my nasty selfish irritation over doing the work I signed up to do.

Because my Sir helps, I have more time to pay attention to him in the evenings. Because he helps, it inspires me to push myself harder for him. I try and live in awareness of how much effort he is putting in to our life together. I try to match that effort. When we both work hard, it increases quality of life for both of us. Real quality of life isn't avoiding work- it's enjoying the fruit of your labor.

So... We both work full time. We both work around the house. We both work hard. Sometimes it's emotionally challenging for me to square the fantasy of submission with the reality of a functioning household. I have to keep my self grounded in real life needs and focus on doing what I can every day to improve our lives. We both do this. I do it as support personnel and he does it as a leader. We both clean toilets.

[alphasubsnow]

His, mine, OURS, and some coyotes

Well... My and my Sweet Sir @billfix have gone and legally committed to a large amount of joint debt. :-) If you identify as a hunter (not just a dude that hunts), you know that pretty much nothing exemplifies trust more than letting your woman have equal ownership of your hunting land. *Romance!*. He could have gotten it on his own, but we did it together.

Life with my Sir is a beautiful adventure. Yesterday we were up on the mountain from before dawn to after dusk. It was cold. It was gorgeous. It was hard work and a little bit of armed napping. There were snacks and baloney sandwiches. We spend hours in silence and occasional whispers. We saw deer (a few doe, a couple of spikes) and (huge!) turkeys, giant (loud!) woodpeckers, squirrels, and random other birds.

Also, there was some sort of dog+ coyotee brawl over a ridge from us and I got to contemplate 1) what I was going to do if the extremely loud and riled up pack of coyotes came our way, and 2) the determined face of a man transitioning from "Holy shit! We're about to be surrounded by furry piranhas!" to fully mentally prepared to go to war to protect him and me. I'm not going to say it was sexy. It wasn't. It was reassuring. I was doing the same mental prep in my head. I'm glad I have a man I can rely on in a dangerous situation.

Imagine the sound of a dog barking in anger, and then the high keening of a coyote, then more coyotes, yelping wildly and growls and barks and it is so loud that it hurts your ears because they are THAT close. And it goes on. And it sounds more violent than any scuffle between dogs you've ever heard. Yeah... Anyway. I'll be considering my next firearms purchase with coyotes in mind. One or two of them just bopping along in the woods don't worry me. But I didn't like yesterday's close encounter with a riled up pack.

I'm glad my Love was there with me. The woods are His natural element and I am so lucky to get to share them with him.

So that's where we're at. Today we're home. My Sir Fixed us sausage gravy and biscuits. We're on the couch watching Foresnic Files, drinking coffee and trash talking murderers.